I hope the stories that I lived were as bright as I told you.
I hope my smile was as real as I pretended it to be.
I hope I showed you my real smile when we joked.
I hope the stories that I lived were as bright as I told you about.
I wish my eyes could lie like my mouth does,
Whenever it whispers,
“I’m okay.”
I wish my anxiety hurt a little less.
And I wish that my heart would laugh too.
Some days, I just want someone to believe me before I even speak.
But maybe—
just maybe—my mouth wouldn\'t have to lie anymore.
And maybe tomorrow, I won\'t have to pretend anymore.
REBELLIOUS SOUL.