A Perfected Mask Poem by Mysterious Writer 333
A Perfected Mask
In public,
She would laugh and smile,
Privately,
She would cry for a while.
Tear after tear,
Escape from her eyes,
And what everyone hears,
Is laughter and lies.
And quite stupidly,
We believe,
Unfortunately,
Pain is all she receives.
If only she removes that mask,
That veil she hides beneath,
For love she will surely receive,
And in life she will believe.
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