Thin is the smile I paint over my pain
Yet I paint with master strokes
So there are many that will not see
Only those who are also good at hiding
Blending the emotions of their face perfectly
To let others know that they are ok
When truly they are as far from as they can be
Over time that paint will peel and fade
And fall to the ground discarded
Underneath will either be stained and torn
Irreparably damaged by the years
And the too liberal application of varnish
Or there will be a blank canvas
Meant for something new to paint
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Beautiful