Trying to Please

I smile so wide, I say, “I’m fine,”

I change my words, I walk the line.

I try to be what people see,

But sometimes I forget it’s me.

I want their love, I want their praise,

I chase their eyes in many ways.

But peace will come, I think, someday,

But I stay where they see me great.

Szakál Réka X. R