Sometimes it's easier to smile.
Easier to pretend nothing's wrong.
Sometimes it's easier to smile.
Just to keep those feelings locked inside.
Sometimes it's easier to smile.
To convince everyone that you're just fine.
Sometimes it's easier to smile.
Just to try to erase the pain.
Sometimes it's easier to smile.
To keep that secret hidden so no one can ever see.
Sometimes it's easier to smile.
Because you know if you falter,
You could let yourself slide.
Sometimes it's easier to smile.
Because deep down, the wounds will never heal.
Sometimes it's easier to smile.
To laugh, to giggle, to pretend that you're the happy one.
Always pleased. Always joyful. Always full of life.
Never without a smile,
Taking life seriously was something you could never do.
Sometimes it's easier to smile.
Because you don't want people to see the real you.
Because the real you is so messed up, so lost,
That right and wrong barely matter anymore.
Sometimes it's easier to smile.
Because a part of you hopes that if you push everyone away,
Everything will be alright.
Sometimes it's easier to smile.
Because you feel alone.
Because you want to be alone.
And if people believe you,
They will leave you alone.
Sometimes it's easier to smile.
Because life and death?
There isn't a difference anymore.
Sometimes it's easier to smile.
But sometimes, it isn't.
This is Beast Boy's poem. Well, technically it's my poem. I wrote it for myself, but I realized it could work for Beast Boy, too.
I wrote this poem today while I was sick, and I realized BB and I are very much a like. If BB is what I think, that is. He laughs and smiles because he wants to hide all the pain he has. He believes his parents are dead because of him, he knows he's the immature dork of the group, definitely one of the weirdest looking, and will never get to be normal. And, he was raised by the Doom Patrol, a team who viewed everything as a suicide mission. Even if he doesn't, I think a part of him wouldn't care if he died on a mission.
And for me, in real life, I'm a very happy, outgoing, laughing person. Around my friends.
In reality, I'm messed up. I don't like light. I spend my hours in my room crying and writing pathetic poems about myself and stories to keep the pain away.
If this could be considered a oneshot, it's just a poem of BB's and my thoughts.
Reviews aren't necessary, but I'd still realllllyyyy like to know what you thought.