The first sonnet I've ever written. I usually keep my poetry to myself so I mean, shhhhhhh... This can be taken as positive or negative, but I guess the point of poems is to interpret their meaning, right? Interpret away~

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This smile I bear makes me want to cry
My cheeks are sore from being up all the time
Asking myself the one question of why
A suspicious activity; probably a crime

They're not used to this
An untangled knot it my mind
A break from the dark in a candle light of bliss
There may be something I newly find

Although I know for certain it will be back
Like a string on a toy of happiness wound
And my heart will once again be under attack
With pros and cons I'm safe and sound

And although I'm afraid
I'm afraid in a smiling parade