A thought culminates in my head;

 “what does it looks like when I do smile?” 

It’s been so long since I seen my reflection. 

And it’s been too long since I saw something else from myself. 

Maybe smiling one time will do it. Maybe that will prove that it’s fine being “meh.” 

Maybe I can sleep better when I realize I should do nothing. 

I get up from my bed and head to the mirror 

It hangs there taunting me as I approach it closer and closer. 

Ok here it goes.

I take off my mask.

I try to smile, and the thought of doing that makes me laugh 

and I see it for the first time all over again. 

I showed another emotion other than not caring. 

I smiled and you smiled back.