Smiles

Every day,
I see the same people,
wearing the same smiles.
Every day,
I see them,
being angry,
wearing their smiles like masks.
I see them stab each others' backs,
all the time smiling.
I see the special smile,
indulging and confused,
that's reserved for me
and the strange things I say.
I see them smiling,
and it's so wrong
I want to cry.

Spring '99

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