It’s a Smirk
My smile is not really a smile but a knowing smirk. Maybe it IS arrogance. But nonetheless it is a smirk. I can’t help but have this knowing smile. Regardless of what you see or hear, that smirk will always be there. It’s about confidence. But not about myself. I know God and Angels are in control. I get stressed by the world. I get stressed by life. But regardless I can’t hide that stupid smirk. It is about knowing as much as it is about arrogance. It is about knowing. But there are those who sometimes think I need to keep my Angels to myself. Actually they are the reason why my smile isn’t just a smile. Some can smile falsely. And some can’t smile at all. I have every reason to smile, but not without a smirk. It’s always about Angels—not me. Even in this world of war I smirk. I get stressed by the death as everyone does, but I see these things and know they m...