She had, faked, all her smiles ever since she was a young child, and, sorting through all those childhood photos now, it’d just, dawned on her, that she was, NEVER happy, not even once in her young life…
Faked all her smiles, that, is all she can do, to keep her parents from worrying over her, they already have ENOUGH on their plates, his affair, him, being unfaithful to his own wife, and, she, just, overlooked ALL the important details!
…it’s all, a façade, for the outside world to see!
Faked all her smiles, because that, was how she’d coped, she knew, she was supposed to, make herself “scarce”, that her existence, is for the sole benefit of others, that the purpose of her life, is merely to, make someone else’s life easier…
Faked all her smiles, but, her anger showed up, in her artwork, and, you can see the chaotic state of mind in her, as you watched her create her artwork, she would, take a marker, and started, putting the marker onto the pages hard, and, she’d, broken, a LOT of markers, drawing her way.
Faked ALL her smiles, there’s nothing else she could do, that, was all she knew how to do, by faking ALL her smiles, and, maybe, the spotlight of the world, won’t be too bright on her, that she felt, burnt………
…not my artwork.
Faked ALL her smiles, that, was the only way she knew, to cope with the world outside, and so, each morning when she wakes up, she’d, paint her face on, and, reminded herself, to rise over the corner of his lips to herself in the mirrors.
Life, the Obstacle Course 