By: Uthman Azeez A. Smile was the coverage Mask was the leverage They thought it was mine, the little smile I'm wearing is on mortgage To whom do I tell my misery When with theirs, it's well hidden, its mystery It's not a fake Because it's just an ache Cloth covering the shabby skin An astonishing face with the body of an obvious bin Human I'm truly, but sadness makes its life in me like a living being Who do I tell and yell to my worries; others will shout that "it all happens to living things" Tears beneath the face Beyond one, it's taking the brace Transforming in level and winning my every phase When just a normal life with balance smile is all I chase