Smiling when you don't want to smile

There it is, when I smile...

Existing in my body...

Originally written:

There it is,

it keeps existing in my body

...

(when I notice myself smile)

Does it haunt you or hurt you?

Do you like it or hate it?

It's there?

Do you consider it something that loves you or hates you?

Either way...

Why would I be smiling?

Even if there was something to smile about I would hope not to smile so when I smile I know I am being used for a smile.

I am not smiling.

Something else is.