The smile will tell it all,
It is not sad with a sardonic twinge,
Foretelling of my fall,
The pupils are not wider than should be,
From drugs or nervous shock,
You’ll see my skin is smooth with a slight sheen,
From my mental health but also sunblock,
You will not be assailed with tales of woe,
But hope for the future,
I’ll ask you how you are genuinely,
I’m healthy good and pure,
Because of you,
For you helped me to see,
We’re all responsible for who we are,
No matter the views of society.
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