I'M Still Smiling Poem by Star Dust

When I walk,
I leave footsteps,
Black marks on the ground,
If everyone did that,
Our world would be black,
So dreary and dark,
But what if we left colorful ones,
Would our world be confusing?
Too bright?
So when I walk,
The world’s a little darker,
Oh, do we all seem horrible,
Don’t look back,
Don’t look down,
Who wants to see black?
All around,
So when the sun is hot,
And the rain is cold,
Do they keep each other at bay?
Will it wash them away?
The smear of black,
Is there a shadow across my face?
Does my face look evil or sinister?
Why, I’m smiling,
Do I even understand?
What I’m doing to the world,
What I’m doing to myself,
But at least I’m smiling,
Is it tight, strained, maybe,
But I still look at the bright side,
But is there one in me,
I don’t see,
Will the world understand?
That I just see the world,
At what it could be for me,
Do they hate me?
I don’t know,
No one will talk to me,
But I’m still smiling,