Who says I have to smile?,
Sometimes I want to frown against the cold wind to dry my lips,
Maybe when I notice my face hurts from intensely smiling at things that don’t smile back,
Like car door handles,
Maybe when I wake up I want to begin the day with a slouchy frown and mean words,
Maybe I want to yell my daily breakfast of thorns and steel into existence,
I don’t have to smile if my face doesn’t want to, people will just have accept,
Mr. Frowny Pants.