Re: happiness poem collection

What's A Saint?

Her brother was a saint,

he sacrificed his moments on earth to

make her smile.

He kept it a secret to make her smile,

but now she knows she isn't smiling but dying.

Internally she wondering,

I've could of done something,

I've could of save him,

however she wouldn't be
able to save him regardless.

Nonetheless, she saved a fragment of him

his message.

So when she first saw the boy,

the sad boy,

she pitied him.

But more specifically

she wanted to experiment on him,

hold up to her brother's message

and make someone smile.

It wasn't meant to be anything at first,

just a mere token a kindness,

however her curiosity grew,

along with her fondness.

Then her guilt sank,

her intentions weren't pure but wicked,

would she have cared if her brother still live?

Is she really the angel he perceives her to be?

Or is she's merely wearing the mask?

Her lips get tired from smiling to long,

playing sweet for too long.

Should even try when she knows she would care less?

She cares now, but would that still matter?

She so used to not crying it's implanted in her brain matter,

so used to playing the role of a saint,

but could--
no

should she call herself that?

She made him feel more serene

but if she told him why

would he feel deceived?

Will he not accept the broken girl beneath the mask?

Because honestly,

what's a saint if there is no belief.