Painting Smiles

A poem about beauty, like that "Beauty is only skin-deep" phrase.

Some days,
She paints her face so it is bright and colorful.
She walks around, feeling like a peacock;
Bold enough to stand out against the dull.
Other days,
She'll paint her face so it is dark and unwelcoming.
She drifts around, feeling like a raincloud;
She is a no-man zone.
But on every day,
She makes sure to smile.
Whether she feels like dust or a rainbow,
She strives to feel happy.
And happiness is her beauty.