Title: The Mask of Joy

In the theater of life, we play our parts,
With laughter as the curtain, concealing our hearts.
We wear the brightest smiles, like a well-crafted mask,
Yet beneath the surface, lies a burdensome task.

The worst kind of pain is a paradox,
A delicate dance on a paradoxical box.
Where joy meets sorrow in a twisted embrace,
And the tears we hold back leave a trace on our face.

We sip from the chalice of feigned delight,
While shadows of...