Upon first glance,

I see a Hollywood smile,

an air of intrigue greets passers by. 

But, when I look into her eyes, 

I see something much different 

than her pursed lips convey. 

Reservation, disappointment,

distrust, trauma, fear...

all pushed down, covered 

with happy highlights

for the world to see. 

Perhaps, it’s simply a reflection

of my insecurities,

but then again,

my eyes aren’t green.