A smile is a mask if not properly used. You smile but it doesn't mean you're happy it's just mean you know you're hurt but you don't want people to ask if you're okay. Why? Because we're scared if we tell the truth matters would just get worse. I'm a happy liar. I lie about my happiness. I'm only happy if others are happy. I try my best to make people feel happy but if I fail I crumble and hold in .y emotions until I eventually bust and I'm on my own no shoulder to cry on no one to hug just darkness and tears. Heart breaks but unnoticeable. That's me. This is me. I'm every word on this page I'm every space. This is the true me. I lie about things to keep my problems to myself to keep others happy.