I often wonder why I was put on this earth.
What is my purpose, I ask myself.
When will I make my mark.

Then I realise Its hard to say anything
Without the muscles in my cheeks
Turning upward into something you
say to be beautiful.  

This is why I exist.

I smile when its not needed.
I smile simply because it makes
you happy.
And I'll keep doing it.
Until I can smile no longer.