Smile

Some mornings are harder than others.

You wake up and look at yourself in the mirror.

You wonder where you went wrong, why you're not enough.

You think about the mistakes you made and opportunities you missed.

Life is now lived with constant regret.

Friends are growing with life.

Happiness floods the streets of the lives once associated with.

Your chest aches, your head pounding.

Why am I not satisfied?

Pull yourself up from the ground.

You are human, not insect.

If you feel you're not enough, you most definitely are.

Some cannot handle the battles you are fighting.

Others cannot learn to trust.

Look through that mirror again.

Why are you here?

To create happiness.

To leave a mark on this world.

Tomorrow when you look in the mirror, smile.

Smile for the days that were good.

Smile for the friends who stood by our side.

For the memories you made that echo in your head.

Smile because you're alive.