These days I have become pretty good at Smiling, all the time Everyone says I look so happy Everyone says I am a jolly person Everyone says I have such a positive outlook And that smile, it never fades  I envision someone coming to me, And say, "I saw your mask crack", Asking me if I am okay I imagine that someone, knows me well enough To know that I am feigning  But, no one around me bothers To know what's going inside No one seems to even think That I probably cry myself to sleep each time No one thinks of me  But, maybe I am the one wrong here Isn't it me who is pretending? Shouldn't I ask for help? Shouldn't it be me who opens herself? But again, don't people know its hard to do so?

So, here's another post of #BookBits based on the quote:

"Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day."

Excited to see, who guesses the book!!

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