*Warning this poem may be triggering to some. Reader discretion is advised*

Smile kid,

while you're dying

show the world you're

strong.

Smile kid,

while you're lying

don't let them know

they're wrong.

Smile kid,

through ups and downs

and everything

in-between.

Smile kid,

sometimes it takes

make-up to let

the world think

you're a queen.

A smile painted

on, lipstick blood red,

to hide from the world

what happens in your

head.

The voices took

away sleep, now

that's what you lack.

coat your eyes

with make up to

hide away the bags.

Smile kid,

if you cry, your make-up's

gonna smear.

Smile my queen,

you think you'd buy the

waterproof stuff after

all these years.