Smile.

Every day I walk through the doors with a smile.

I greet everyone, shake their hands, and walk down every aisle.

Smoke and mirrors, cloak and daggers, a smoke screen covers me in lies.

Same rhetoric, everyone just wants to hear I’m fine.

Lies and smiles falter and die inside.

My life, Unreal. My perception, Surreal.

My wounds never healed.