And I smile. And I smile. And I keep on smiling. Because what else am I supposed to do?
What am I to be if not happy?
So I smile. And I laugh. And I cry silently until I want to scream.
Scream until my voice goes hoarse. Until nothing can be heard. Until my ears ring with the echo and my body begs me to stop.
But I can't scream. Because there are too many eyes. Too many ears. Too much observation to release these emotions.
So I smile at every one of their faces. I smile at them until I want to scream.