Strangers often tell me
How they wish they could stay happy
Just like me.
That my smile is beautiful and radiant,
And shines brighter than some people's future.
Because in truth
these teeth grind together every night
like the darkest foreign coffee beans;
Pressing hard against eachother
And become a dust so fine,
Each grain alone is powerless
The way I feel in my mind.
Much like the sadness
that's held hostage in my eyes.
But when they ask me how it is
I'm "just so happy,"
Fabricating reasons why
Are more simply flowing lies
why I'm really fucking torn inside.
So when strangers tell me
They wish they were "just like me"
I simply take a sip of coffee and pretend
As is caffeine isn't my artificial happiness
And honestly, the only one I know.