by Amelia
They smile at me, because they see a pretty face.
They smile at me, because they see a white race.
They smile at me, not knowing who I really am.
They smile at me, but they don't really give a damn.
I smile back, knowing I need to be nice.
But inside I'm crying, I don't have to think twice.
I've been left before, and I don't want them to leave anymore.
Fake smiles in my life aren't unusual, they cause me great bore.
