The Smile I Practice | Raina Agarwal (9)

I wear a smile that isn't mine. 

It's built nicely, with a curved line. 

It illuminates the sky, with its fragile light,

That I rehearse each night. 

In school, home, and alone

I hide behind my phone. 

I hide the mistakes,

Which deepens the inside ache. 

Still sometimes, I feel the power. 

The power that grows,

A real smile shows

In between rows

Of misaligned foes.

Yet hope remains - a quiet spark. 

That someday I will step out of the dark. 

And meet the world filled with colorful art, 

And a full heart.