“Look happy,” he says “but don’t smile”
So I clamp my lips tight
and try to show delight
just by using my eyes
Harsh lighting doesn’t like me
For under my eyes is baggage
They’re sure to charge for excess luggage
If I show this face when I fly
A corpse-like complexion stares back six-fold
Black hair, strange glare
Oh my gosh!, I wasn’t aware
that I’m an emo. Wherever I go, this will come too
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