A title is a weak place

Its smile or frown could be pretend

Like hair hidden in any hat

It could hold many split ends

A title is a mask

The pages hold its self esteem

A title couldd look so calm

Inside it may want to scream

Titles are a flaw in the system

Everyone has one and we use them

Our pages are who we really are

We should let in shine bright

One only smiles truly

If it come from the inside