that broken smile

Happy, she thinks she is.
Happy, she wants to become.

A broaden smile carved on her lips and she strode through the hallway, sending a few smiles to people she knows. Sometimes, it's too loud. Her voice, I mean. Rather obvious she is. Saying exaggerating hellos to people she knew. Gives out all of her energies to people around her. Tired. She was. Under her smile, her heart was broken and she knew.  All the hellos she's giving, all the loud voice that drained her soul. Honesty, sincere or fake as she desire. Trying to prove her worth. Trying to prove that she's a girl of steel. Trying to prove that she didn't care. Trying to prove that she went on and live her life.

The broken smile she plastered on her face,
was her encouragement to herself,
whispering to the null heart,
"Everything is fine"
"Keep smiling"
so she thinks,
 but the only reason for it,
it's just simply because,
"He's there."