Put on your happy face:
My smile echoes behind a mask cracked and a brick wall built so high, bouncing off of what it can to get out.
My perfectionism never kicked in but my anxiety did, I just want to be somebody, but it seems I’m nobody.
They tell me “Put on your happy face, fake it till you make it.”. But when everything in me wants to drag me down, how am I meant to keep going?
On days I feel like Macbeth, Icarus even: but I can’t lift my feet off of the ground to get too close to the sun.
And as much as I just want to put on my happy face, it feels as if there’s no point. It snaps and cracks at every touch, too brittle to hold together but just barely hanging on enough.
Whispers from the right, whispers from the left, up and down, all around even too. I try and try to hear what they’re saying, but their whispers are too loud, hurt my ears.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, that one bump in the road is not the end. It’s not the end of your story.
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Author:
Georgia Watson (
Online)
- Published: July 14th, 2025 14:31
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Being fragile in one aspect does not mean one has to be fragile in all. A poignant write
Thank you
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