I don’t try to have a “fuck the world”, mentality or look on my face, but sometimes it just happens.

Some people say I look angry, some say I look sad
Truthfully, the concept is that I am rarely mad
I tried to find thing to smile about and thing to show my teeth
I found it in the people I like to greet
I then looked hard for all my respect
I looked towards others, with and without regret
I learned that respect comes from myself
It comes from the emotions that my heart felt
It comes from the flame that makes the haters melt
It just happens…..it just goes and comes
It flows like morphine, making everything numb
It just happens to be who I am and who I be
So don’t assume I’m angry because the sullen look that you see