Sullen Mouth Syndrome

It's my sullen mouth that gets me in trouble every time.

"Do you mind?", they would ask me, shoving me aside to get past me, voice starting to get annoyed at my expression.

"Did I do something?", they would say and stare at me with worried lines beneath their eyes.

"Why are you so pouty?" My baby brother, picking up what everyone else in the room is projecting onto me. And it's just my genes, that's all there is to it. Just a downward curve to my mouth that somehow God found funny enough to create and leave it at that. I'm meditating right now, sapping the energy of the universe or whatever else you're supposed to do while closing your eyes, just me enjoying the warmth on my face, the baking-hot sun on my eye lashes. I bet it looks like I'm frowning, silently cursing the world. Isn't it funny how appearances can deceive you?