I Can't Smile

Charles_newOwner

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.

  • Author: Elias (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 11th, 2021 01:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: A simple question I ask myself some of the time... Why are we expected to be happy in time?
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 15
  • Users favorite of this poem: haleyalexis
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors




To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.