I have forgotten how to move my facial muscles
in a way that conveys to the rest of the world that I’m happy.
On the surface, yes, you can see me laughing,
but layers and layers underneath, behind thick walls,
walls which no one can break, no matter how hard they try,
happiness is a dead and buried emotion.
I deserve an award for how well I act, how well I do not break character,
how well I can make everyone believe that my smile is a smile
and not just a spasm of muscles to tell them they need not worry.
But behind opaque walls, in the darkness, when the wind is but a whisper,
when all are wrapped in the arms of sleep, strain your ears.
You might just hear my tears fall.


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