Thoughts That Arise from Reading : The Shadow Effect

This picture here?  Not an accurate description of me.  I'm terrible at basketball and don't smoke.  Also I don't look that good.  But is it me on the inside?  I'm not exactly sure to tell you the truth.

In elementary school I used to smile all the time.  My lips would pull themselves upwards to the opposing corners and present a genuine image of happiness to the world.

Then as I entered high school I met a most formidable foe.  A younger boy at school walked by me and asked "Why are you always smiling?"