I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh, everyday of my life.
Everyone expects me to be happy, expects me to smile all the time. Expects me to never be sad.
I suppose that's my own fault.
I made them believe that. I made them believe that I was just happy. You know one-dimensional emotions, I suppose.
People like happy people better than grumpy people. You now who would you rather be friends with a happy person or a grumpy one?
I suppose that's what I wanted. To be liked.
So I created a mask to wear so that people would think that I was a nice person, a fun person, someone they wanted to be around. I suppose that's what I am. To them anyways.
Inside, in private, I'm different. I hurt so much, there is so much they don't know out there. They could never guess. I want to cry more than anything, but I know if I do then I won't be happy and that won't b right I won't be "me".
Now I'm trapped. I can't have bad days, I can't be sad, things can't affect me, I have to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. I have to be what they expect me to be. I have to be what they want me to be. I suppose I always will.
I got myself into this mess and now there's no way out.
They say that I'm popular. But really that's not me. Would anyone actually like the real me? I doubt it, I'm not what they want.
I guess I'm just too popular for my own good.
My smile isn't the only thing fake about me, but they'll never know, they'll never care.
A/N: Ok that was a very little something that popped into my head, I had to write it, I hope it's going to help shift the creative block. The quote at the start is from Kelly Clarkson's song Because Of You. I think this is a delve into Ginny's mind. Tell me what you think, press the review button.