There Are Those

There are those of us who choose to hide The feelings they have locked inside And whether anger, fear or pride, You’d never know by looking. While others on their faces show Their moods - despondent or a’glow. One glance is all you need to know Exactly what is cooking. Most likely, we know both of those For that’s how human nature goes And how we are, I would suppose, Won’t tolerate rebooking.