What makes me genuinely smile is nothing in this world but a feeling inside. It doesn’t matter what the environment is. I could be anywhere. It’s a feeling inside of me that I can literally feel in my heart, as if it’s seriously glowing and shining a light outwards like a lighthouse.
What is laughter? But a nervous reaction To uncomfortable feelings Lit with passion Listen closely To the outbreak of madness For, laughter indeed Is an expression of sadness What is a smile? But an awkward tug At sweeping unpleasantness Under the rug Look a little closer At the lips so black and blue For, smiles