Dear me! Suicidal undertones, but I still kind of like this one.
Smiles are cheap,
and easy to fake.
Smiles hide so much heartache.
And all I need to hide the lies
Is a quickly woven veil thrown over my eyes.
It’s not deceit when my laughter
Pushes my conflict to the back of their minds.
My smile keeps them smiling,
And doesn’t let them in
On the fact that my plastic laughter
Is nothing but a death-wish grin.
(written on Sept 2, 1985 at 9:26 a.m.)