I hate my smile.
The form my mouth makes when I laugh.
I dislike being happy for it gives false hope.
Like having a crush on girl I just met.
My body gets excited and my mind plans out what to say and do.
Then reality hits and all hope is lost.
She might not feel the same way.
No, she does not feel the same way and she never will.
The false hope vanishes,
And my smile and laughter fade away.
I return to my true form of emptiness,
Peeling away every emotion felt.