Man is to error, imperfect
They tell me pose a **** smile
I wonder, is there a **** smile?
I don't know when to smile, so why force it?
I exploit my fake smile to hide my pain, at least, that's what I train
Silence never means humility, and humility is never brought by silence,
Don't charge me by my silence, I might not be humble as you say,
Because the pain and bitterness in me is huge enough to silence me,
And I smile and be kind to you, thank God, but I be rude, please don't judge me,
A beautiful face never means beautiful, because, external beauty is never enough without the internal beauty,
So don't see the innocence on my face and yet, I am a snake's venom, but please don't judge me
My environment does not allow me to be what my face seems to be,
And my shapely body is the opposing feature of my shapeless inner me,
And so, if you are in search for a perfect match, don't run towards me
For I am me, I am imperfect