Can you see through my smile?
See through the little lie?
Do you even care?
I doubt it.
Why do I try?
Why do I care?
It is obvious my kindness is for naught.
Hah. You think I care?
Your words, they do nothing.
Mean nothing.
I smile, genuinely, when you try to bring me down.
I laugh in my head.
So...pitiful.
Do you have nothing better to do than tell me what is...best?
I...
Am not you.
You...
Are not me.
Do not pretend you know how I am.
Do not act like you know what goes on in my life.
You will be sorrily disappointed when that last grasp slips.
When my hold on the raging anger fails.
So I smile.
Wishing it away.
Forcing it to the back of my mind.
My being.
Gaining control as the words start to bubble to the surface.
Biting my lip to stop their sting.
To stop their reign.
I simply remain silent.
Do you ever wonder why?
Ask me.
I will only smile.
Genuinely?
Perhaps.
Silence.
That is one thing I can say I embrace when my anger rises.
Before it overflows, taking my heart down that familiar dark path.
The black anger that, so many times, has tried to take control.
That is why.
Why I silently smile.
Silently smile at your hurtful words.
