Smile... A facade
He walked down the street. Shoulders held high and a song on his lips. Looking Serene, thoughtful and alive. His starch pressed clothes gave a sense of class. Heads kept turning with everyone he passed. Oh what happy guy! They thought and sighed. His heart so burdened but yet still beating. His mind so troubled but yet he kept moving. His mood so shaky but he still put up a front. No one else knew, but his creator. And yet we all assume , all smiles show happiness.
