The smile on my face is real,
It bears witness to how I feel.

A lie that I keep repeating,
Beautiful enough, but unyielding.

The mask on my face is real,
It is how the world sees me, no denial.

The faces around, I wonder,
Do they hide their true selves under?

The world is full of masks, it's true,
But the one we wear is up to me and you.

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