The Yearbook

Behind each smile

And slightly north

There lies a mind

In which thoughts lurk

Secrets, feelings, pain and joy

Love me, kill me, let me cry

The face is a symbol, a placeholder

Beneath which lies a complex life

"You're so well dressed!" 

But I'm depressed

"Smile wide!"

I'm scared to die

"Say cheese on three!"

I'm smoking weed

I don't believe

Or trust in God

The photograph is a facade