This smile upon my face is fake. The pains in my eyes are real. The laugh you hear from me is forced. I lie through my teeth when I say, “I’m fine.” You never noticed because I didn’t want you to, but now I’m close to the edge. I’m not for sure how much more I can take, or how much more pain I can hide. Because you don’t know how much torture and pain I have hidden deep inside. For this smile upon my face is fake, and the pains in my eyes are real. For my eyes reflect all the torture and pain that I am forced to feel. My hands will shake when I’m mad so I don’t punch someone in the face. And if I let even a little pain out, open will be the flood gates. First, it will be tears. Then, it will become screams but after that I do not know for I haven’t gotten that far. Don’t push me to my breaking point ‘cause that’s not who you are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem