People with physical scars try hiding them with clothing or a mask… people with emotional scars try hiding them with a smile or a laugh.

I smile a lot because I don’t want people to see how broken I am inside, but sometimes I wish that someone would see through me and save me from my misery.

I can fake a smile, I can pretend to be a happy, I can do a lot of things, but I can’t pretend that I don’t love you..

I can fake that smile you see on my face everyday, just so you think I’m okay.

Roses are dull, violets are crying, on the outside I’m happy… But on the inside I’m dying.

Sometimes the happiest people you know, are the saddest people you will ever meet.

Nobody can be happy all the time. It’s not healthy to keep your hurt in or your tears. So let them flow. But once they are out, wipe them away, put a smile on your face, and walk away from whatever or whoever made you hurt.

All it takes is a beautiful fake smile to hide an injured soul and they will never notice how broken you really are.

Hearing something that absolutely kills you inside and having to act like youre fine…

Hard isn’t it? Trying to stay strong for everyone around you, with a pasted on smile that quickly goes away when you’re alone. I know it’s tough trying to kill something that’s on the inside, that eats you alive, and there’s nothing you can do about it. No matter how hard you try, it just doesn’t go away. I know it ain’t easy, but I know things will get better.

It hurts when you have to fake a smile and hide your scars every fucking day.

You can smile and pretend to everyone that you’re happy… but deep inside is a strong feeling of sadness living within.

There’s always a reason behind a smile, whether it’s real or fake.

I saw you with him today. And as I watched with my fake smile,I could hear my heart break and I could feel it being torn apart. Because it was then that I realized that I am truly a friend and that’s all I’ll ever be.

She puts on a smile, and her tears have dried, but the silence breaks the heart inside, she gets all pretty and shows her face, and yet they see her as a disgrace, she tries to hide it for a little while, but she losses her should and her smile.

I go into my room and lock myself inside. There’s no escaping this pain that’s eating me alive. It’s like I’m walking around with a big fake smile outside, but nobody realizes I want it to end. Nobody cares that I don’t want to pretend. And why would they? I always smile anyway.

That moment when you can’t put a fake smile on anymore.

Her smiles are as fake as your promises.

A girls smile can hold a thousand secrets and years of pain.

When I smile I am hiding a tear inside.When I laugh I am hiding pain inside.When I say everything is OK nothing is.