In shadows cast by glowing grace,
A smiling mask conceals its trace,
Beneath the joy that seems so real,
A storm of hidden tears congeal.

A face adorned with laughter's guise,
Yet harbors pain that never dies,
The world sees joy, a vibrant bloom,
Unaware of the tears that loom.

Each smile, a brushstroke finely drawn,
Hides the struggles of the dawn,
Eyes that twinkle, cheeks that glow,
Disguise the tears that freely flow.

Behind the laughter's...