You’re Sad

You’re sad. I can see it in you when you smile, when you laugh. You can hide it; cover it up from everyone else, but not me. I know you as if you were the back of my hand. I know you better than I know myself. You’ve got a face for a smile. It’s a shame that the sincerity behind it has been lost. It’s so apparent that you’re in pain. I don’t see how everyone else can just overlook it. Are they overlooking it or do they just not notice it at all? Are they too busy with their own lives to notice that yours is falling apart? Is that what this world has come to, that even your supposed best friends don’t care enough to see the battle that you face every day? That has to be the only explanation, they don’t care. Unless the case is that they never even really knew you at all, this would make them acquaintances. Not friends and surely not best friends. Best friends know each other inside and out. Best friends know the difference between sadness and happiness, even when it’s masked by a smile. Best friends know that you would never dare walk the hallways with your head held high. You couldn’t possibly because you’re too ashamed; your head is weighed down by mistakes and broken promises, yet your heart beats on false hope. You continue to let people in because it’s not in your nature to give up on people. You couldn’t possibly fathom the thought of making someone feel the way that people make you feel day after day because you know how it feels to be continually let down. You have faith in people because you have faith in God. You know that when things fall apart that it’s for a reason, even when you don’t have a clue what that reason is. You try to tell yourself that tomorrow will be different because if you don’t then you just might not have the courage to get up the next morning. You’re always a true friend, a best friend, to everyone you meet. You believe in being good to people, even when they’re not good to you. You know that all of this sadness is worth it because one day it will disappear. One day you’ll live in a two-story suburban house, with kids running all over, and a husband who loves you unconditionally. You won’t regret that you continued to fight on because you know that what’s to come is more than worth fighting for. You know that one day soon your smile will be restored with sincerity and joy.