"Smile," they say to me.
"But I am," i reply kindly.
"Not all smiles come
In overdone exposure,
Not all happiness comes
In singing overture.
Not all are sad,
Some happy tears are cried.
Joy is not upon the corner of my lips,
Sometimes it's there in my eyes.
Stare not hard at my brow,
It may never point down.
Happiness may not be in a smile,
But mine's in the absence of a frown."
They look at me confused
And a little irked.
Istare at them proud
And ease a tiny smirk.
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Submission Name: "Smile"
