Hiding behind a pretty smile

You put a smile on every morning so nobody will see what you’re hiding. That ache in you that isn’t disappearing. And when your morning turns to the evening, the smile you put on fades. But not the ache. The ache burst through like a cold breeze you felt that morning from the fall wind. And when you put your head to your pillow every night, you wish for it all to disappeared. And it will, for a while. But then morning comes and you’ll put your smile back on again so nobody will see what you’re hiding.