Look at her bright and cheery face,
dotted with tears that intertwine and lace.
Is she happy? Is she sad?
Does the fact you cannot tell make you mad?
A superficial glance at her,
the eyes confuse and obscur.
Smiles change to frowns in a blur,
or do they mix like makeup contour?
Or do they stack likes bricks and mortar?
Peel back a frown, and there's a smile.
Different faces can be shed for miles.
Which one is true? Well, they all are.
Always toiling, emotions that like to spar.