Smile

My sinister smile is not one of denial; the joy I feel is real.

My sinister smile, would disturb the comfortable and make them question what is real

My cold demeanor is abashed as unapproachable they often ask “why are you not so sociable?”

My sinister smile is not one of denial; the hate I feel is real

My sinister smile, should comfort the disturbed, the ones you see as un-approachable

My eccentric ways and misanthropic gaze will leave you dazed for days.

My sinister smile is not one of denial: the love I feel is real

My bookish craze a mental maze that few dare enter to solve, a true test of their resolve.

My sinister smile is not one of denial: the passion I feel is real

My sanity died with the lies that society passed for what is real, only now do I wish to reveal

My sinister smile oh that sinister smile, my only expression of what I am

The disturbed individual who fights constantly from the back of the lamb, he will ride for miles always wearing that sinister smile with chaos within his hand.

My Sinister smile, oh that sinister smile the only expression of a world that drove me mad.