When looking back at pictures that show me,
it is hard to say I was happy.
When seeing the smiles I put on my face and the neverending voices of judgment in my head-
I can\'t help but say I can\'t smile.
There is nothing for me to smile for, there is nothing to smile about:
it is all coming down, it is all of the sadness and sorrow the adults talk about,
it is the question upon questions if I will make a mark of this world, and it is all that is not.
When I scurry about in my day to see a picture of me smiling, I can\'t help but say:
I can\'t smile.
I have no disability that stops me from smiling, I have no intentions of smiling. I simply will not smile in these times-
frankly, my comprehension for those who do is still not able.
Why smile in this world? Why smile if I do not feel that way?
It may be selfless, but there is only one thing I can say:
I can\'t smile.