Keep smiling.
Keep smiling when you get second place and your mother doesn't speak to you, just pushes you into the training arena again.
You don't cry.
If you win, maybe she'll smile again.
Keep smiling when they never speak to you because they think you're too good for them.
It's the truth; it shouldn't hurt this much.
Keep smiling when you win and watch the girl who trained her whole life for this fall, Aura drained, crying.
You won.
Keep smiling when Jaune gets too close to you and then runs away after Weiss.
He's improving by leaps and bounds, and that is good enough.
Keep smiling as they sign your death warrant.
Beacon needs you to protect it.
You just wish that your life was in your control for once.
Keep smiling.
You are a performer as much as you are a fighter.
And the show must go on.
Let the audience ooh and ahh at the colors and stunts.
Never let the pain show.
They want entertainment. They want drama and action and power and most of all hope, and you give them what they want.
You are a symbol of the will to fight. You are an actor with carefully manufactured emotions. You are not a person.
The audience laughs at the clown's jokes. Laughs harder when they cry.
So you keep smiling.
You have no choice.