Beneath the mask that hides both fear and pain,
The heart may whisper truths it cannot show;
A practiced smile conceals the inward strain,
And veils the wounds that only silence knows.
Disguise can charm, can sway, can disarm the eyes,
Yet cannot hide the soul from its own sight;
The deeper self observes, unbound by lies,
And waits for darkness to reveal the light.
We wear such guises to protect, to cope,
To meet the world with courage, not despair;
But slowly, masks must loosen, lose their rope,
For honesty alone can linger there.
So strip the veil, and let the spirit rise—
Truth shines more bright than all the cleverest disguise.
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