In laughter's tender guise, I wear a smile,
A visage bright, concealing pain's cruel wile.
Beneath the mirth, a hidden ocean swells,
The pain behind the laughter's magic spells.

From the outside, my joyous laughter rings,
Like birds in spring, their cheerful melody sings,
Yet, deep within, the shadows slowly creep,
Unveiling wounds that in my heart lie deep.

Each laugh a mask, a shield against the storm,
A fragile artifice, a fleeting form,
For in the silence, tears begin to flow,
Unraveling the...