Smile
I stood in front of the mirror
Pulling my cheeks to their sides,
Making my lips curve up in a smile.
I pulled them until they pained,
Until my saliva hit the sink,
Until my tear dried as black stain.
Why was I smiling?
I never understood,
Yet, it felt like I had to keep smiling
As if that would wipe my anxiety.
I saw my friend Monica, in the last class,
She smiled,her cheeks wide and plump,
And her eyes crinkled at corners.
And here I was, struggling to do the same
I couldn't smile like her,
Even though I practised every night,
In front of this very mirror.