My smile is authentic. It is freely shared. It is known to be genuine.
But, my smile is also something else.
It hides the torture of memories that refuse to die.
It hides the anger at close acquaintances who wrecked evil havoc.
It hides the pain of misplaced trust.
It hides the regrets of miscues of life decisions.
It hides the mental anguish that rages through my mind.
it hides temptations, attractions, and desires.
It hides the pain of lost friendships.
It hides the regrets of disaster that I’ve introduced into my family.
It hides that I’ve been so close to suicide that it’s scary.
It rests upon my face to hide all this, and more.
Hurts like hell.