Something hidden

She smiles

I smile

It’s a lie; and you know it

It’s something I hide

I’ve hidden

For six months

So I sit here and write

And plaster a fake grin

On my face, over my work

Over the lies, over the hate

Isn’t it obvious?

It’s rather fake

As long as you smile

I prefer when you smirked

When I knew you weren’t faking

And all that nastiness was opaque

It was there for all to see

The smile was false and for show