Plastic Happiness

Everyone would like me to be happy, to show them a smile, to be okay.
I would like everyone else to be happy, so I slap on a fake face, even though, I'm not okay.

These people want to understand, want me to grin non stop, want to help.
They can't understand, I grin back, a toothy smile splitting open my face, They cant even help.

They try to get me to think everything will be alright, to make me laugh, to make me carefree.
Everything can't be alright, I laugh half heartily, they think its all true, I'm still worrying.

Everyone is so caught up in my smile, thinking, or pretending I'm okay,
They don't even realize, my false hope, fake faces, and half hearted laughs.