His smile...

The smile I have come to love is fake; It's a mask for deep-set pain, for tears that will not wash away...Could I cry, I would cry for him; Could I weep, I would weep for him...I see in him all the good things I wish I could see in me, see the strength and successes I never achieved, see all the bright stars that shine in his night sky that his eyes are blind to...Could I cure his blindness I would, but alas, I cannot...and standing beside him I only feel as if I lack more worth than I did before...for I cannot do as a friend ought and share his tears, feel his sorrow, and take his pain...for I am so selfishly consumed by my own.