I'm constantly told to smile
Smile to make myself more beautiful
Or to make the pain I feel dissappear
But one simple smile isn't going to help me
When the waves in my mind become too strong
And the quicksand decides to awaken again
A smile isn't going to make the horrible feelings I have go away
So don't you tell me to smile
Because you don't know what I'm really feeling
And if I want to cry or frown or glare
That is my right
Because I am allowed to show what I feel
And maybe, I don't feel like a smile