Smile,
or people will know.
Smile,
or people will see.
Smile,
or they'll start to question,
question how this happened to me.
If I stop smiling, they'll start to chase,
adding another reason why I have to run.
Smile,
so no one will question,
question why I've become a sloth,
not being able to stay awake,
not able to run.
Everything is catching up,
my legs have gone still,
they seem to be stuck.
But hey!
At least I still have my smile.
About the Creator
Ashley Pretty
I am a gay teenager who is out and proud.
I am social awkward and I would preferably be reading a book at any point throughout the day.
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