Frown, smile, frown
That's all I ever do
All while knowing it'll do no good
Even though I know it should
Keeping up poker face is not my strongest suit
Maybe I'll give smiling the boot
Who needs it anyway
Day by day I get worse
It's like I've been put under a curse
Never seems to get any better
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly: A Book Of Poetry
PoetryEach part is a different poem. These are mostly sad gothic poems I wrote. I hope you like them.
