the backstage of a smiling face.
Behind my smiling, gleaming face,
Lie depressions unspoken,
Completely untold and unveiled.
Behind the felicit mask,
Stream tears of blood unstoppable.
The result of pains, unbearable pains.
And the leftover vague illustrations,
Of the runaway happiness
Are only spondant memories.
Don’t judge a face
By the huge smile it stocks
Because behind the curtains
Swirl the fogs of grief…
…Of unemerged, untold unhappiness
This is the backstage of a smiling face,
So looking “jolly” face.
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