HAPPY WHEN I'M SAD

She said I was okay.

Inside of me, I was not.

I smiled whenever she told
a humouros joke.

She doesn't know my lips to find it
hard to form a comfortable smile.

Late at night I told myself in front of the mirror over and over, that I would never cry again.

Yet I was a fool to fall in love.

-- She thinks I'm happy to see her with someone else, but deep inside, I was sad