HIGHEST RANKS: #1 IN POETRY I am okay. The same lie everyday. Smile carved into my face. Looks strangely out of place. But no one questions it. Because it seems to fit. the light you see in my eyes. It's lies. It's fake. Something I learned how to make. my laugh is too perfect to be real. I use it to simply mask how I feel. My mask has been perfected. while Wearing it I never get rejected. Taped, glued and sewed it to my face. so there will be no trace. Of who I really am.