Behind those smiles.

How much can you see behind those smiles?
Can you see the scars? Or rather wounds that are never healing?
What about tears, sorrow, the voice asking for help?

Exactly!
You can't see a thing.
Not because you're not smart.
Not because you're not close to her.
Not because you don't know her.
Not because of anything.

It's her.
She's hiding it.
From anyone. Everyone.

She's as cheerful everybody thought she was during the day.
But.
Nobody know how tiring is it to hiding the pain.
And she cry when she's alone.
She's exhausted.

It's wonder how can she speaks out so confidently.
She say she's pretty.
She say she's satisfied with what she have.
She say she's the best thing to hug.
Hell no.
She don't think so. And no one realise.
People thought that she's so self-absorbed.
She knows better. She's clear that the more self-absorbed she is in front of people, the lower her self-esteem is.
Can't help it but the self-esteem is rolling down.
Until one day.
*poof* she's gone. disappear.
Her self-esteem is 0 already.

People might not notice.
She's her in a weird way lately.
How long did you pay attention on her?
You can see her smiling to you this minute.
Did anyone care to see how her faces changes the next minute?

Well, I guess not.
B'cos. In everybody's eyes, she's just as happy as she's acting.
Ah, CRAP.
Now she deserves an award for her talent on acting.

Yes. It's the end.
Mr. and Mrs. K, still exist?
Mr. K made a decision with a single word. Bye.
The first ever BYE that breaks heart. Kill everything.
And all I can reply was, "bye".
What a fool. I am.