Nice, genuine.

A lot of meaning hidden between each word.

Nice work, I can relate to it.

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Nice one, Nina.

Great work. Thanks for sharing this one…

Good one, excellent topic and excellent write. Modern society teaches us to be “nice”, and behave appropriately – fake smile is just one attribute.

Good one..Was reminded of Gabriel Okara’s “Once upon a time”… If you have’nt read this poem, please read it..it has an excellent way of portraying hypocrisy..

Good one..Was reminded of Gabriel Okara\’s \”Once upon a time\”… If you have\’nt read this poem, please read it..it has an excellent way of portraying hypocrisy..

Hopefully the fake smile has been replaced with a true smile. A very well expressed poem.

Christine

I hope you are now able to replace the fake smile with a true smile. A well expressed piece.

Christine

A great resolution.

Thank you!
I am still a work in progress but I really am trying to be loyal to myself.

fagina, I finally remember to read the poem. It is beautiful and sad. I had never seen it before.
It is just exactly what I was expressing here. Thank you for sharing it with me.
Below I will share it with everyone.

Once Upon a Time
By GABRIEL OKARA a Nigerian Poet

Once upon a time, son,
they used to laugh with their hearts
and laugh with their eyes:
but now they only laugh with their teeth,
while their ice-block-cold eyes
search behind my shadow.

There was a time indeed
they used to shake hands with their hearts:
but that’s gone, son.
Now they shake hands without hearts:
while their left hands search
my empty pockets.

‘Feel at home’! ‘Come again’:
they say, and when I come
again and feel
at home, once, twice,
there will be no thrice –
for then I find doors shut on me.

So I have learned many things, son.
I have learned to wear many faces
like dresses – homeface,
officeface, streetface, hostface,
cocktailface, with all their conforming smiles
like a fixed portrait smile.
And I have learned too
to laugh with only my teeth
and shake hands without my heart.
I have also learned to say, ‘Goodbye’,
when I mean ‘Good-riddance’;
to say ‘Glad to meet you’,
without being glad; and to say ‘It’s been
nice talking to you’, after being bored.

But believe me, son.
I want to be what I used to be
when I was like you. I want
to unlearn all these muting things.
Most of all, I want to relearn
how to laugh, for my laugh in the mirror
shows only my teeth like a snake’s bare fangs!

So show me, son,
how to laugh; show me how
I used to laugh and smile
once upon a time when I was like you.

[thanks again fagina]