
I wear happiness like a mask,
Yet inside, shadows quietly bask.
The sky I touch, not soft nor free,
But a tethered rope that’s holding me.
Invisible walls, a prison tight,
Unhappiness, no hope in sight.
While joy’s a sky, so vast and wide,
But is it real, or just a guide?
I wish to break the smiling chain,
And feel the depths of raw, pure pain.
For in that truth, I might just find,
A freedom that’s not far behind.
About the Creator
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