Poetry of sorts

Half Smile

I smile on good days,
I frown on bad days.
But what do I do when the day isn't either?
I look sad.

I do a half smile,
looking like I'm disappointed.
That look will go on for awhile,
until the looks appointed.

I don't know what to do these days.
My days are neither good or bad.
I try to remember it's a phase,
and when it's over,
I'll be glad.

Won't we all be happy to see everyone again?
But will we really be okay after this?
I'm unsure if we'll ever really forget.

But imagine when it's over,
we'll smile with friends.
They'll start having sleep overs.
While others will make amends.

I can't wait till then.
I'll smile for so long,
I'll do everything again.
I'll feel like I belong.