If you were me, happy faces were a lie.
All the twinkling features, nothing but snakes yawning.
Your smile might be your beauty,
But your beatific face, poison of foxes.

Not dreams, but nightmares;
True when bad, deceived when pleasing.
Tenderness, humbleness, all there
Yet buried in one of the million faces you hide.

The happiest day of your life,
A secret: was the worst.
If you were me, you were buoyant
But what about the upshots next?

If you were me,
Would you want to be me?