I used to smile.
A lot, if I might add.
I used to smile.
Not just in happy times.
But also in times, when I had every right to be angry.
Told I wasn't serious.
That I should grow up.
That I wasn't a child any longer.
All because I chose to smile, instead of frown.
And so gradually I lost my smile, till I could smile no more.
And so now, when you ask me what happened?
I simply say, life happened.
I grew up.
Life took away my smile.
And I know not how to get it back.