Eyebrow Appointment

I’ve got an eyebrow appointment tomorrow. 
That is to say, I’ve booked a chat with both
Regarding their propensity to furrow. 

Inside my heart, you see, I’m full of joy and light,
But it’s my face that gives me cause to doubt
That life is lovely as I would really like. 

I catch myself in photos deep in concentration. 
It’s never been a pleasant view, my squint,
My frown, my look of acute consternation. 

When looking in the mirror I’m a beauty!
All smiles, and lovely angles, nothing could
Upset my perfect posture, flattering symmetry. 

But the second my back is turned they’re at it!
My brows I mean, they seem to have something
Of a life of their own, it’s becoming problematic. 

I can never tell a lie because they snitch on me,
I’m telling you — they keep me honest, at least 
But that’s just the thing with brows, you see. 

They’re my brows, I should be the one in charge,
But they seem to have complete autonomy to
Signal what I try to hide from the world at large. 

So I’ve got an eyebrow appointment in the morning, and if they won’t cooperate, I’ve showed them videos of waxing — as a warning.