A painted smile, a sculpted grace,
A polished façade, a charming face.
You see the mask, the outward show,
But not the depths where secrets flow.
A whispered word, a fleeting glance,
A carefully constructed dance.
You catch the gleam, the outward light,
But not the shadows of the night.
The painted hues, the gilded frame,
Conceal the heart, a silent flame.
A hidden truth, a whispered plea,
Beyond the surface, wild and free.
For I am more than meets the eye,
A tapestry of joys and sighs.
A tangled web, a fractured soul,
A story untold, a whispered whole.
So judge me not by what you see,
But delve within, and set me free.
For in the depths, the heart resides,
Where I am whole, where truth presides.
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