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Behind the Painted Masks
How lonesome it is
To live in this kind of world
Where smiles are nothing
But a curvature of the mouth
How lonesome it is
For the world to be full
Of empty stares and vacant laughs
Of half-hearted love affairs and ulterior motives
Oh how sad it really is
To hide our faces
Behind painted masks of perfection
Concealing the beauty of erring
For as long as humans yearn for acceptance
In society's demented depiction of perfection
We shall hide behind these masks
And forget who we are beneath it
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Literature
Behind the Painted Masks
How lonesome it is
To live in this kind of world
Where smiles are nothing
But a curvature of the mouth
How lonesome it is
For the world to be full
Of empty stares and vacant laughs
Of half-hearted love affairs and ulterior motives
Oh how sad it really is
To hide our faces
Behind painted masks of perfection
Concealing the beauty of erring
For as long as humans yearn for acceptance
In society's demented depiction of perfection
We shall hide behind these masks
And forget who we are beneath it
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