The Mask of a Fake Smile
Behind the curve, a shadow lies,
A painted grin, a web of lies.
Beneath the lips, the darkness creeps,
Where sorrow wakes and silence weeps.
A smile forged in hollow light,
A mask to hide the endless night.
It gleams like glass, so cold, so thin,
A fragile shell that cracks within.
No warmth, no truth, just empty cheer,
A phantom face that no one hears.
The laughter's fake, the joy's a ghost,
A haunting smile that hurts the most.
So wear your mask, but know the cost—
A soul in shadows, lost, and tossed.
For in the fake, the darkness grows,
A secret pain no one knows.
The world applauds the flawless face,
Blind to the tears it can't erase.
Each day, the mask grows heavier still,
A silent battle, iron will.
But cracks will form, and truth will seep,
Revealing all the hurt you keep.
Yet till that day, the mask remains—
A fragile wall against the pain.