Tangled Strings
A smile camouflages fear,
but you cannot hide your pain.
Yet your mask conceals a tear
that's just too hard to explain.
You entertain worlds of lies,
like a clown in painted-face.
And wiping tears from your eyes,
you make sure; you leave no trace.
Keeping feelings locked within,
you avoid awkward goodbyes.
And face the world with a grin,
stifling emotional cries.
Depression denotes defeat;
as you abandon your dream.
And when good feelings retreat,
anxieties get extreme.
Pride is nowhere to be found;
hiding from the shame truth brings.
And hope is hopelessly bound;
in a puppet's tangled strings.
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