Emotion

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.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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