Here, a speaker hides deep pain behind a performance of being fine. A little laugh and a little smile are meant to keep other people at a distance, but underneath, the poem describes a daily cycle of self-doubt, insecurity and thoughts of wishing to be dead. The broken-off lines ("all in my / all in") feel like a mind spiralling, then catching itself and trying to stop. The speaker admits this isn't a choice, since it "happens everyday."
Near the end, the tone turns toward other people. The speaker asks them not to pretend to care or to string them along, because inconsistent attention only hurts more. The image of a "little girl inside" suggests a vulnerable, younger part of the self still struggling with what the speaker calls a curse. The mood is tired, raw and quietly pleading. Simple rhymes and short lines make it sound like a private confession, and the honesty is what stays with you.