Sunshine and joy dance upon my face,
Displaying pure elegance and grace,
Each and every hair, firmly in place,
Concealing flaws within, every trace.
A smile, perfectly forged, is worn,
Like decorations are, often shorn,
And are used purposely, to adorn.
Nevertheless, still feeling forlorn.
Words and gestures, polite and refined.
Social courtesies always in mind,
Towards others' short-comings, acting blind.
While the madness within stirs, confined.
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