Always a smile, I love to bare, But often I find its hard to share. A million thoughts zoom across my head, While carefully choosing the paths I tread. For many of them that cross my way, With eyes of scorn seem to say: 'Come not near, or we would tear; And rip you down until you frown!' Glaring eyes that scan you through, Your dress, your form and everything you own. Its hard to miss that glint of green - so dark! An emerald would step down in speed. Underneath the plastic smiles and fake 'J'adores', Lies that tunnel of gossip galore! And that 'precious' we call the Heart That falls in love with secrets dark; Ruby red and crystal clear, to the naive, it seems to be. Fools them all, but I can see, darker than Sapphire* it appears to me. Alarmed, I guard my precious: A Glass Heart in a Crystal Frame. Broken once it may have been, shattered pieces fixed with care. All I did was pass a smile, freely sharing all the while Any joy and cheer ...