looks are everything
but faces can be deceiving
different from
the message you're receiving
i may look happy
when i am sad
because i put on
a face labled glad
when i want
you to know
the real me
i will show
everyday,
i pull out a face
leaving my box
with an empty space
i hide this box
called faces
and make sure
i have left no traces
for now i will hide
trapped
by a face inside
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