It hurts
I look happy. I smile all the time around you. I act cute and do aegyo and comfort everyone who comes to me for help. I don't mind it, I love helping and taking care of my friends. I'm so grateful for everyone who helps me. So I act happy. I smile. But can't the people around me see how close I am to crying? My friends who are supposed to care the most talk over my problems, they believe me when I pretend I'm fine. No one looks me in the eye and says I know you're hurting, what can I do?
Tears flicker in my eyes, and glass shards live in my heart. Every time I close my eyes he's there...in an Irish flag, a game of shut-the-box, a bird house. I'll never escape.
So I might do aegyo. I might pretend when people at my school make fun of my music it doesn't hurt. I might smile all the time and laugh. But I don't mean it. I'm hurting.
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