You

Sometimes smiling is not a sign of happiness

Most of the times it means sadness

fears, tears, pain but just concealed

with a sweet smile I'm trying to portray to others.

I am a coward hiding in a tough image of a lady

I hate making people see my weaknesses

Yet you stand by me,

you stood by me...

You made me believe that sometimes it's okay to be weak

that sometimes it is okay to cry

to let other people see how fragile your heart is

how vulnerable you can be.

You made me learned to smile after the tears

to stand after the fall

to hold on...

and to accept the fact of letting go.