It tells me to be happy   

I don't believe it   

It tells me break the rule.   

I don't want to   

It tells me that it hates me lying   

I didn't say anything though...   

Your face is telling a lie to me....    

How could I forget?    

I always drew a smile...    

I then drew my painted smile on the canvas.    

But really...    

There was no smile...    

There was no art...    

It was just a thought.    

I need to get it back...    

But how?    

Then he smiled at me...    

I put the paint brush on the canvas and started painting    

It grew more excited the more I painted    

I always wondered why Pain was in the word Paint    

Because every Painting feels an emotion by its color.    

But the painter holds the keys...     

To it all...     

But for now....  

I just paint...     

A smile… 

His Smile :)