Each day flies away as this fake smile slowly decays.
A bland expression choosing to stay.
With nothing else to say.
These emotions of mine disappearing every single day.
As people ask if I am okay.
My only excuse would be “I”m just a little bit tired today.”
But later that night I will do the same.
And bring out a pen and paper to write down the many things I wanted to say.
So that in the morning, I can repeat the same things that happened yesterday.