Whenever the face was on it bristled with smiles
all kinds of smiles, some half, some whole
some genuine, some anything but
All of them were hers, earned in pain
and countless frustrations
Actually, in nature, most of them were
kicks, stabs, evil wishes and plans
turned into facial expressions
That's why she kept her face in a box
putting it on or locking it away, day in, day out
Her being held captive by unbeatable circumstances
the face got the better of her, demanding
moods and feelings that were not hers
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