I don't believe in smiles. It's always a quick glance, small polite smile fading the second their head swivels around. They play with their lips, forming an upward curl. They squirm like worms, disgusting little liars. Their mandible violently spewing pointless flattery. Eyes wide open, you can feel the impatience, the contempt; like they are glaring at you, looking for a way to express their anger without breaking the facade of "kindness." But it's already too far gone, they know you know, and you know they know. It is almost more torturous for the resentment to be "hidden" while the shame bubbles up to your cheeks, eyes, then to the top of your head. Like a balloon, it builds up to the top, until your skull breaks open from the pressure.