once more

I smile

I laugh

I joke around

I am not pretend to be happy

because I AM

but...
sometime...
just sometime...

I am sad... 

angry... 

tired.... 

in love.... 

or... 

broken.... 

then...

I will go
to weep

to scream
to heal

till I'll be that woman 

who proudly wear her heart on her sleeve

once more