This poem was born from beautiful, sad songs.

"If I Frown" (#27)
I'm lonely, but I'm smiling.
Isn't that the point?
Every morning when I wake,
the dawn doesn't disappoint.
Yet this smile doesn't stop
the tears from falling down.
But I keep on in fear of
what'll happen if I frown.

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