Honest to Blog - Smile

Monday. I paste on that smile, the one that's just a little to wide and a little too uncomfortable. The type of smile that feels fake and that I'm always sure others can see through.

But they smile back.

They nod and smile - as if to say, look at you... pretending to be the part in a society of which you most definitely are not. The smile fades. It falls between cracks in the floor, trodden on, where no life will grow. I put the smile back in the box that held sincerity once, but now holds faded hope. I trade it for a vacant stare. This is how it feels, when emotions run so deep that they scar. I'm supposed to be happy though, right? Things have changed. They're more positive. I have all the things I want. Why then, do I feel so endlessly empty?