The Enigmatic Smile

In the mirror's gentle gaze, a smile takes form,
A curve so bright, a symbol of the norm.
A masquerade of joy, a veil so thin,
The world sees light, yet shadows lurk within.
A smile, a beacon, in society's eyes,
A simple act, but one that oft belies.
Beneath the surface of this painted grin,
Lies untold stories, where sorrows begin.
The laughter echoes, a melodic guise,
Yet behind it, a storm of silent cries.
The world sees only what it wants to see,
The painted joy, the masked felicity.
Does this smile mean happiness is mine?
Or is it a facade, a crafted sign?
A smile can hide a heart that's torn apart,
A silent scream from deep within the heart.
While people gaze and see the cheerful hue,
The hidden truths remain out of view.
A complex tapestry of pain concealed,
Behind the smile, a tale yet to be revealed.
In this dance of masks, the truth lies still,
A smile, a bridge between the heart and will.
For though the world sees only the disguise,
The soul beneath holds stories in its eyes.
So when you see a smile, remember this,
It may not always stem from bliss.
Behind each gleaming curve, a tale may hide,
A myriad of emotions, deep inside.