A smiling face
is what you wanted -
it’s what you get
out now of me,
but don’t you dare
to ask for tears,
for I wouldn’t care
to satisfy your plea.
My lips are ready painted -
upon my face they glow in red,
ever ready to be smiling
at the other’s words and deeds.
You have my mask -
to know forever
every single line on it,
but my face and soul -
you’ll never
get to see and on them spit.
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