It wasn't my choice

To not endure any emotion,

It wasn't my choice

To empty myself and grasp nothing. 

But, Smiling

Again and again

Pretending 

Again and again, 

Soaked me 

Till I became an empty vase. 

I wanted to smile

To enjoy those little moments

That my surrounding made for only me, 

But the inner me avoided them all

Like it just doesn't want to be

Where it was at that time. 

But still, 

I gathered all of me 

And did put a smile 

Played a role of a happy human being

And acted what I never liked. 

Again. 

- Abha Satman