Try

I try to live
And be happy
Walk with a smile
With my head held high
But NO.
Instead
I'm dead
And depressed
My warm smile is turned down
My head is towards the floor
I try to live
And be happy.

Reviews

[Mavis Bard]

I like how your poem has contrast--the fake plastic smile versus the realist frown. I think, however, that it could use a little bit more substance to make it complete; to give it a stronger tone. Good write nonetheless.