Assumption

The ever-vivid smile upon mine face, Would allow thou to brand me more than content. Little do they know, This glowing grin I feature was not of my doing. However, I pray it stay, for I could not be seen as Unfortunate and thus, ill-mannered. Might I steal thy chair of comfort, young sire, For I ache after days of deception. Or, perhaps thy are not of the youth I at once Assumed, for I am not of the happiness thy Would assume of I.