resting bitch face values

You walk in
disturb me from whatever I'm doing
to ask me why I'm wearing
my "depressed face" again
like I swapped a smile and lazy bed hair
for some emo eye make up
and a hair sprayed birds nest

No matter how many times
I tell you it's my "thinking face"
or "creative processing face"
or you know, just my actual
fucking usual face
when it's existing
in it's natural state
all you see is black skies
and storm clouds
streaked with lighting
and brimming with thunder

I tell you I'm not a clown
and I won't smile just because
you want me to

My face doesn't exist
to make you comfortable
and if you find my face
so gloomily offensive
maybe you should break up with it
and go find someone who's face
is pleasant and pleasing
and doesn't look like 7 years bad luck
on a good day

You walk in
disturb me from whatever I'm doing
to ask me why I'm wearing
my "depressed face" again
and even though it's 8am
I've decided I'm gonna walk around
all day
with a frown on my face
just to piss you off