Smile.

I can't help but keep smiling. Am I okay? Of course I am. Really? No. I bottle up my feelings because i'm scared people might treat me different. Like I'm a baby. Like I can't take things seriously and I'm just a sensitive no good for nothing. Why do I hide? Why do I hide from the truth? I feel like I'm being chased sometimes. Like I just keep running away from the jar full of my feelings about to explode within me. But all I can do is, Smile. Right? No matter how much it hurts. Smile, Smile, Smile.