The stars at night are beautifil and bright, <br />And I just stare at them with a sad, empty gaze, <br />Cause I have to spend all of my days, <br />In seclusion from the world, . <br />Cause they said I needed help for wanting to be a girl. <br />I cried and I cried, but no one heard, no one cared, <br />And from outside they could not see my lonely stare, <br />As I lie on my bed, in my room alone, <br />Hugging my pillow, when it should have been my teddy bear. <br />I look sadly out at the stars that shine, <br />Brightly and sparkling in the night time sky. <br />Oh why does it hurt so much to smile? <br /> <br />Sunday I came back home, from a visit north, <br />But had to stop, to take back a young girl, <br />To that awful place I couldn't abide in all the world. <br />The buildings I knew are gone now, <br />New ones in their place as the undertow <br />Of treatment goes ever so slow, <br />From a place that refuses to see, <br />That there is still a girl in me. <br />As I look up at the sky, <br />I ask myself this question and sigh; <br />Oh why does it hurt so much to smile, <br />And why must I...for the rest of my life...cry?<br /><br />Barbara Lynn Terry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-does-it-hurt-to-smile/
