You told me my smile told you everything
The depth of my dimples,
The squintyness of my eyes.
It all told you everything
It told you what I was thinking and feeling.
It told you my desires and needs.
It spoke things my words could not.
It said simple things too.
How much sleep I had gotten
If I had watched the sunrise,
If I had chosen tea over coffee,
If I had read the newspaper.
And this is why -you said- this is why you hated
to see me anything but happy.
Because when I wasn't happy,
my smile told you I was faking it.
And you hated being lied to.