Lest the facade crack and split
Like the Papier-mâché creases in your cheeks
That you chew on the inside.
Lest your face burst like a piñata,
Split down the centre as all that
Not-so-sweet emotion comes tumbling out.
For God’s sake smile,
‘It’s not like anyone’s died.’
At least, not on the outside.
And that is all that matters.