Today, my little cousin said to me,
“Why do you look so sad all the time?”
I didn’t answer. So he then said,
“Stop looking so sad.”
I looked up, and smiled at him.
“Better?” I asked quietly
“No. It’s not your mouth, it’s your eyes.”
So I sat there, still smiling my fake smile, not fooling him.
Thinking about the answer to his original question.
“Why do you look so sad?”
Thinking about every reason I had to look the way I did.
Hair in a messy bun, in sweats and an old tie-dye shirt,
Not even and smudge of makeup, looking at love quotes on witty.
There were so many reasons I could’ve looked like this.
All of these thoughts were overflowing,
Threatening to spill over my lips.
So I simply said,
“I don’t know anymore.”