You know it when your lips begin to list,
behind your smile sometimes there is a frown.
You cannot hide behind that smoking mist,
then pull it up but still it pitches down.
You even put on makeup like a clown.
It's all in there behind that blank facade.
When others see they wonder where's your crown?
What happens to your looks when gone abroad?
Most people take a glance and give a nod.
You look at self with abhor, don't know why.
It's like you were just beaten with a rod.
The tears stream down as you begin to cry.
So when the guilt sets in and cramps your style,
know that it does exist in every smile!
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Written in the style of Spenserian for the Daily Poem Contest.
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