Another poem book because I have learned how to write not as shitty poems

My Smile

What is happiness but the freedom we allow ourselves to have

To finally smile a horrible smile

That makes us push mountains—

And create them

In a twisted game of fucked up chemicals

telling you you're not enough

But the bones in our mouth, when revealed,

show happiness

Yet the bones in our limbs ache

Showing the miles

we must endure everyday

But everyone says "smile through the pain!"

They say, on the muscles, it's harder to frown than to smile

Yet my smile holds a weight

that could not equate 

to any physical pain—

Just discomfort...

In the head,

In the way my lips part

from one another.

Do I show you a lie in the form of bared, imperfect teeth?

And smile, when on the inside, the springs feel they're being pulled too thin

Yet won't crack

Just ricochet back

To make the frown seem more dramatic now—

Yet comfortable...

Because there is no stretching

Of truth

Pulled so thin it's almost see through

There is only comfort

Because while my muscles may work more to show a silent disdain

My heart will relinquish in not lying to a face