There's a crack in my soul
You thought was a smile
Don't let them in
Don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Put on a show
Make one wrong move, and everyone will know
preparing for the day, Frozen
If it's getting harder to face everyday... Don't let it show... don't let it show...
At first when I see you cry
It makes me smile
Yeah it makes me smile
At worst I feel bad for a while But then I just smile
Yeah I go ahead and smile
You are scum, you are scum and I hope that you know
That the cracks in your smile are beginning to show
Now the world needs to see that it's time you should go
There's no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow
Can't believe you were once just like anyone else
Then you grew and became like the devil himself
Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say
But I don't think I can, so fuck you anyway
How is it that I smile when I am sad?
From what resource do I derive this strength?
, "Blackbird Sonnets, III", Your Sugar Sits Untouched
Even the people who never frown eventually break down
What Megaman and my brothers don't know, is this flash is all for show
'Cause inside, there's nothing there, and there's nothing to me,
I'm empty, and I'm hollow
I always wear a smile
Because anything but a smile would make me have to explain
And they wouldn't understand anyway
I conceal my feelings so I won't have to explain
What I can't explain anyway
We wear the mask that grins and lies
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes
This debt we pay to human guile
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties
—Paul Laurence Dunbar, "We Wear the Mask"
You was raised without a daddy,
You're really not happy,
You only smile to cover the rain...
— GemStones, Skeletons
"It's okay," he smiles and says
Though his loneliness is driving him crazy
He don't show what goes on in his head,
But if you watch very close, you'll see it all
— Little River Band, "Lonesome Loser"
With a smile, I'm dying inside
But I know, I'll be just fine
Inside, my heart is breaking
My makeup may be flaking
But my smile still stays on...
, "The Show Must Go On"
Hold on, baby you're losing it
The water's high, you're jumping into it
And letting go
and no one knows
That you cry, but you don't tell anyone
That you might not be the golden one
And you're tied together with a smile but you're coming undone''
I won't scream in my head
And let it isolate me
— Tegan and Sara, "I Won't Be Left"
My God, Annie. Yours is even better than mine. Annie:
My what? Hal:
If I sound pleased about it, its only because my creators made this my default tone of voice. I'm actually quite depressed!
Lying tears hurt others; lying smiles hurt only oneself.
“I think he still blamed himself,” she says in the blandest tone, “even though I told him I was okay.”
“He does that sometimes,” you agree. “But I don't think you were really okay, and even though you lied to yourself, I think you couldn't lie to him.”
She turns to look at you, her face as blank and expressionless as her empty eye sockets.
“But I'm okay,” she says, her voice still lacking inflection. “I was okay. I'm okay,
” she repeats, and blinks rapidly.
You brush a lock of hair back from her face, and the contact surprises her, even though you had your hand on your shoulder just a minute ago.
“Are you really, though?” you ask kindly, and she hiccups. Fat, reddish tears start rolling down her cheeks.
No, Orson Hodge isn't exactly the guy I'd have picked to head my family, but I'll give him one thing... he's got the smile down cold.
I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long. No one suspected what crouched behind my perfect imitation smile.
You alright? Tenth Doctor: I'm always alright. Donna Noble:
Is 'alright' special Time Lord code for 'really not alright at all'? Tenth Doctor:
Why? Donna Noble:
'Cause I'm alright too.
Frigga appeared the perfect caregiver. She walked through the castle, gave comfort where it was needed, and did not let her face slip.
Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.
And I've been telling Yuna... Let's go to Zanarkand together! Let's beat Sin! I told her all the things we could... we could... And all along, the whole time, I didn't know anything! But Yuna, she'd... just smile.
You said it made you happy when I smiled, didn't you? But really... I was afraid. I was always afraid.
Some of your friends are surprised by how excitable and confident you seem, and you don’t blame them at all. That’s not you. You try to force yourself to be as happy as you possibly can all the time, but that’s only a distraction. She’s
still there in your head, still talking to you. Telling you how weak you are. How you’re not good enough. How you’ve never been good enough for anything. How you won’t win this one. You can’t win this one. You’ve never won anything in your life. You know none of it’s true, but that doesn’t stop you from worrying, a nervous feeling eating away at you. What if you aren’t good enough for this? What if you can’t win? After all, she knows you as well as you know yourself.
That's how the family works. Daddy brings home a paycheck and goes away with his secretary, while Mommy cooks dinner and keeps a brave face on things. All the while, her heart is breaking. Where are my pills...
you know is different from the one I think of, when I think of the time we first met. Even though I think she looks better cheerful and smiling, that isn't how she typically is.]"
It was there, she crafted her first mask; imbued with betrayal and hurt. She named it confidence and put it on
" a poem by MaroonLynx
No, no... I shouldn't be laughing. Nothing's funny.
"He won't stop crying."
"And you're going to stop him by killing him?" Hastur said.
Zirah stared at him in wide-eyed innocence. He looked puzzled.
: As always... your salesman smile is absolutely cruel.. Teru
: Oh...? You know, there's quite a few people I'm actually grateful to. I wasn't lying... Sumire
: Right, but it's just too different from your normal self.
, after Teru puts on a cheerful and polite face at a press conference.
Mellie: Pretending is what's real.
Mellie: Every married couple alive pretends. They pretend they don't hate their in-laws or their husband's stupid jokes or their wife's laugh or that they don't actually love one of their children more than the others. Marriage is, well, it's almost all pretend. For everyone. That's the reality. That's what's real. Buying into the delusion that there's any other way to live together, to get through an entire life together, that's, well that's the fantasy. That's pretending.
: Did I do this to you? Or have you always been like this? Because if it was me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm smiling but I'm dying
—Nothing, The Script
"Well, it doesn't matter how you feel inside, you know? It's what shows up on the surface that counts. That's what my mother taught me — take all your bad feelings and push them down, all the way down, past your knees until you're almost walking on them. And then you'll fit in, and you'll be invited to parties, and boys will like you, and happiness will follow."
But he got it now. He got what everyone was looking for. It wasn't for him to be happy, and he wasn't trying to be mean thinking about that. People wanted other people to fit into a nice, neat package with smartly tied bows that were the right color to match the wrapping paper. People wanted to be able to classify other people, and for them to behave according to code.
Light found his code.
His role is son, older brother, protector, student, genius, role model, kind, earnest. His role is to be perfect so they don't have to worry again, so they won't say he's abnormal, strange, worrisome (all whispered in the dark night across the kitchen table when they thought he was asleep).
[Littlefinger's] eyes did not smile when his mouth did.
Ruby, on the other hand, acts like she doesn’t come back to the dorm looking pensive on most nights, leaves and flower petals stuck to her hair; acts like she doesn’t shift closer to you in bed on others. Ruby acts like what happens past midnight
happens on a different plane, another reality even, like she wants to keep the part of her that wolfs down cookies and swings around gun-scythes with pinpoint precision and playfulness separate from the part of her that shuffles to bed with you during the early morning hours.
It’s worrying and you understand why she does it.
Step one: separate your lips.
Step two: use facial muscles to pull back the corners of your mouth.
Step three: widen your eyes.
This is how to be happy.
I think we all have a dark side to us. I find that I can't trust sunny-natured people, people who are constantly sunny. I think that's major denial.
—Actor Gordon Tomson
Camille Cosby pretty much made it clear where she stands when she put on a manufactured, creepy, Stepford Wife smile as her husband got pissy with an AP reporter for asking him about all the sexual abuse allegations against him. Camille Cosby didn’t need to say shit. We all know that she’s been putting her fingers in her ear holes and singing, 'Stand by your maaaaaaan
,' at the top of her lungs as accuser after accuser after accuser after accuser comes out. Camille is Ride or Die all the way even if the ride is filled with women he’s drugged up.
This character, she didn’t make the jokes because she thought nothing of it, or because the experience was funny. She told the joke because she knew that the alternative was people looking at her with pity, or disinterest, calling her dramatic or a fool for staying. So she willingly became the fool. She knows that if she lets that mask slip, if people see the scars beneath the innocent facade, they won’t love her anymore. So she tries extra hard. I sat there for the first act whilst she ran around, singing and dancing. I watched as they whispered about how stupid she was. And I thought, ‘no’. This is a woman who is screaming inside. Maybe she’s not even screaming anymore. Maybe she’s dead. And she just makes this physical shell of herself keep laughing and flirting and dancing, because if she didn’t, she’d see that look in her best friend’s eyes. She’d hear that word- ‘victim’. And maybe that would be worse than death.
She was the most intelligent character in that play. And somehow she could still carry on as the most light hearted. She took all that darkness inside her and kept the lights shining for everybody else.