The spade shaped white teeth
which was always hidden beneath.
You can see it every then and now
but then, it was half in a
awkward moon.

Then-
Insecure I was, for my teeth to my
personality to how i appear,
Was in my own world, didn't have
the art of talk and cheer.
I was in my own little place,
smiled only when the time demanded.
I was content but my smile was rare,
'Cuz I never got the ones, to whom I could share.
My chuckle, my grin, my jaw-wide smile,
all concealed,
I never managed other's to
witness it any while.

Now-
My smile is simply a smile,
hidden here is no pinch of sadness or
stress or anxiety's spice.
My little shell has grown bigger,
I meet, I greet, I smile and I laugh
In the journey, i get genuine people from
the heart.
My chuckle,my grin, my...