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Fake smile


“No, you don’t have to wear your best fake smile
Don’t have to stand there and burn inside, oh oh oh 
If you don’t like it” - Best Fake Smile - James Bay”

Never before has lyrics hit the nail on the head as to how I feel about life. It’s not written in the context as I see them but those words to me are how I feel. Putting a fake smile on and saying that I’m ok and no one actually questioning it is hard. No one takes that extra minute to ask “how are you really?
It’s got to the point that even though I may be crying, screaming, shouting on the inside on the outside i have a smile on my face and am getting on with life. There is times don’t get me wrong  when I will say (toclose family usually) but no one truly knows because the smile is put on my face and if it’s not there and I show even the slightest inkling that something is wrong then I’ve taken to much and need a release. 
Is a fake smile a secret? Does it hide a different life?  Could braking past someone smile and making the effort to find out if they are really ok be the answer to helping people talk openly? Those of us that suffer with mental and physical health issues but especially mental health suffer in silence a lot of the time and don’t show how we are feeling/coping with life daily. Asking someone you know with mental health issues how they are may turn a forced smile into a a sad expression but you will let them see that some cares and is willing to listen. 


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