The Word Cloud

<sup>As they pass by, I smile.  I don't feel like smiling, but smile I do.  If they don't smile, it hurts.  I'm being ignored, not cared for or thought of, thanked or praised, yet I keep on smiling.

I feel ill, my stomach aches and my head pounds, but I smile.

I lay awake at night, my thoughts like Waltzers, spinning around relentlessly until the darkness takes it's grip and I thump into a restless sleep.

I shout, I scream, I punch and I cry.  My dreams are in charge and are taking no prisoners.  Until dawn breaks, the noise begins and with eyes scratchy as sand on damp skin, I try to smile again.

Again they pass, they smile, I smile a big smile.  Yet still my stomach aches, my head pounds and I want to sleep.

Does it really hurt that much?  Does it really cost that much
To smile?</sup>