The Girl

The girl that’s always smiling tries to make everyone else happy.

She loves when she can make someone laugh through their tears. When she can bring a little bit of hope into someone else’s life.

But she’s so busy worrying about everyone around her that she neglects her own life. She shoves her problems deep into her stomach so she can deal with everyone else’s issues. So she can be a good friend.

She hides how she feels — even from the people that pull her aside and ask her how she’s doing. From the friends that honestly want to know what’s going on in her life.

She doesn’t want to bother them. She doesn’t want to weigh them down with her misery. So she claims that she’s fine.

And, on the rare occasions that she actually opens up about her problems, she makes them sound like a joke. She acts like she has no worries, so no one worries about her.

She’s a master at pretending. But she’s secretly miserable. She’s lost. She’s afraid.

She wishes that someone would see past her act. But no one does. No one ever does.

Everyone assumes that unhappiness is obvious. That they would know if someone they loved was struggling.

They don’t realize that the girls with the widest smiles have the deepest cracks in their hearts.

They don’t realize that you’re trying so hard to make everyone else happy, because you know what it feels like to be miserable, and you don’t think anyone deserves to feel that way.

And they have no idea how strong you are. How much courage it takes for you to keep going — with a smile on your face and laughter on your lips.

You make living look easy. And you don’t get enough credit for that.

-@hollyyrio (source: @thoughtscatalog)

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