Untitled Poem 1

My smile is an odd thing
For one--when forced--it distorts
As if to show distaste
Though this is the smile most get to see
For they ask for a victory
Though this smile is not because I am unhappy
Merely it hides inside, my smile
Only sometimes showing on my face
Yet many tell me to smile
As if it were not clear
That I...I was smiling deer down inside
Keeping it close and dear
Rather than distort and show
Just anyone around

My smile is weird, you see
So very weird indeed
It lights the room when true
Yet scares some--as comments have shown.
Scary for it never shows, my treasure
But should I show and wear out such a gift?
Better to keep it for when it's ready, I say
Blossoming ripe from patience and time
Bringing more fulfillment
Than any treasure so easily won
Much more succulent than any easy victory

My smiles is sacred, you see
A pure blessing when it shows
From the depths of my soul
Up unto my lips
A feeling of warmth for patience shows
For you, more so, than I

My smile is truely mine, you see
It's deep inside
And though it's shy
It's quite warming even so
For it's always there,
And no one can steal
My treause of hope,
My Smile.