What's my secret they ask, why this smile never leaves my face
The truth is it does, the truth is kept secret.
Do I ever get made they ask, of course I do, I am human last I checked
A humans actions react to what ever emotion they subject
And they do it themselves.
Not I though, call it a blessing or a curse
The truth is, I have this uncanny ability to live in my head. Uncontrolled as it is, or as controlled as I allow it to be, I percieve life with a smile, and life smiles back at me.