Schrödinger's Smiley

In context to the disillusioned 

Illusions that meant disintegration 

Of the complex breaking down 

Of heart - twice of which, 

Wasn't meant to be. 

But once of which, 

Was always meant to be. 

Binded in a box with 

Possible outcomes of 

Mixed feelings piling in, 

That initiates the birth 

Of silence in you. 

Which is also labelled 

Stereotypically as suppression. 

In actual fact, sound of silence 

Is the most beautiful essence. 

Until we come out of compliance, 

Or make believe of defiance 

Of this whole thought of 

"Silence isn't curable", 

Folks will continue to fake smiles. 

Which all zeroes down to - 

Rough days take time to 

Blend into smoothness. 

So, like Schrödinger's smiley, 

Some days we smile, while 

Some days we try to. 

Not a single day passes 

Where we fail to shine, 

Cause all the crystal clear eyes 

Shine bright only aftermath 

Of shedding tear drops. 

It's okay to not be fine, 

It's okay to not fake a smile, 

Becuase we're all, 

One of a kind.