Only some are blessed with them.
I don't notice them much, but to you they're cute.
However, you don't understand my dimples.
When I smile, you see them.
But you don't comprehend their symbolism.
They are dents, dents that surround a sincere smile
And these indentations on my face are a portrait of sorrow,
Identical depressions, two curves of suppressed pain.
And when I smile, you say how lucky I am to have them.
Is it really lucky?
I guess they are because I can understand
How they can be interpreted as holders of hope.
See, when I smile I smile with truth so the
Dimples are only there to show that I have overcome.
It illustrates that I will not let anything break me down.
I will not tolerate myself to fall under pressure.
Hm, I guess my dimples are a defining piece of me.
So I'll keep on smiling because I deserve to
And allow my dimples to prove to the world and to you
That I am a survivor.
