I can’t put on a smile,
I couldn’t find my size,
I’ve told all of my friends,
but there is no compromise.
They say that it’s essential,
it’s like socks and pants they said,
you’ve got to wear a smile,
Like a sandwich wears its bread.
You cannot live without one,
else you’ll shrivel up and die,
the phrase itself ‘to put it on’
suggests that that’s a lie.
I could get a budget smile,
something fake to masquerade,
like cheap perfume which fills the room
the novelty will fade.
A smile worn as cover,
covers nothing but your face,
there is nothing like euphoria,
false pretence can’t replace.
True joy is found, through what you do,
regardless of appearance,
be honest with the ones you love
stop social interference.
They stitch you back together,
when you’ve fallen and you’re down,
don’t force a smile,
all the while,
holding back your frown.
Cheer up, but don’t fake it. I’m a miserable little git 99% of the time so when I’m smiling it’s usually because I associate you with nice things or because I hate you and you are suffering 😉 (Sarcasm guys, not a sadist). I figure Yolo links to this because it’s about society and stuff. Anyway, I have a greater emotional capacity than a lot of people it seems, mostly through writing poetry, but sometimes I get carried away and my emotions become conflicted, almost faked to fit the occasion, hence why I wrote this, too much society and not enough me.