Dry - A Thought

I like my face. 

I'm not saying it to sound vain, 

but I do like it.

My face is not overly pretty. 

Nor is it badly shaped.

It is a perfectly normal human face.

But I like my face. 

There are times 

When my tears run down my cheeks

When my eyes are red-rimmed and glassy

When my nose is puffy and snotty

All drawn clearly on my face

But I like my face

Because the marks won't stay long

My cheeks will soon be dried 

My skin will soon be back to its color

I like it

I like my face

Because my face won't tell 

about what happened 

behind the closed door of my room

My face won't tell 

about what happened 

to the soaked pillow on my bed

My face won't tell

And I will smile