I smile during pictures. I smile ’cause I can. I smile when my best friend Becca, takes my hand. I smile when I see you, because thats what is polite. I smile during the day. But I don’t smile during night. I step off the bus, and head to the house. I say “Thanks for the ride” and look down on my phone, more drama has arouse. I close the door slowly, hearing it creak. The hardwood floor echoes my sobs and my shreaks. I am not happy with my looks or my smile, they made me insecure. I question life for a while. I am […]
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