Disillusioned

Disillusioned I’ll smile just as expected I’ll do just as you please ‘Cause only smiling seems to make The terrorizing cease I have to mind the people Opinions may abound Impressions should not raise a brow I shall not make a sound I have to mind your status I have to check my mood I can’t just make my feelings count It won’t do any good I’ll swallow every sorrow I’ll keep my lips in check I’ll see to it that when they stare I charmingly smile back Inward I’m slowly dying Not that it means a thing I will make sure that no one knows I will survive each sting Somehow I seem to manage I’ve found a way to deal I’ve learned to keep on smiling When I would prefer to squeal And smiling has done wonders I reckon happily But the only one left to convince Is the disillusioned me.