Me
I am a beaming smile, not perfectly white or straight.
Genuine or a mask to hide behind.
I wonder innocently what went wrong,
Why do we pretend to get along?

I hear insincere uttering,
And frigid silence.
I see lips tighten into a fine line.
Thirty-two white pearls vanish.
I want to be me,
So I might as well escort myself out now.

I am a beaming smile,
Not perfectly white or straight.
I pretend that my joy is everlasting,
Ignoring the cavities; scars of the past.
I feel my tongue resting behind my teeth,
Held back and tied.

I touch the memories in my mind.
They exist as reminders of what used to be.
I worry that the emptiness will always be present,
Engulfed in a wave of emotion, I sink to the darkest depths of me.
I cry out with my eyes,
Pleading for a savior.
I am a beaming smile,
Not perfectly white or straight.
I understand that life goes on,
And the sun will shine another day.
I say that love heals all wounds.
Forgiveness will set you free.

I dream that human beings will be treated as such.
Things could change.
I try to show love and compassion.
Strength will come from within.
I hope for a new beginning,
With sincerity, love and confidence.
I am a beaming smile, not perfectly white or straight.