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𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Happiness radiated by your persona,
With a smile plastered on your face,
What everyone sees is your corona,
And your fake "grace"

Should always be giggling on god-knows-what,
With misery kept miles away,
No signs of your bruised soul,
No signs of your SELF, that is crushed

That's how the world expects you to be,
Like a fable of Utopia,
Like "the happy prince",
Where all sorrow is forbidden

We all know we are broken,
We all know we are damaged,
Some are ruptured beyond repair,
Some just need a hand to hold on to

I should be happy,
Even though I'm sad,
I'm supposed to be joyous,
Even when I'm mad

This is how the world works,
No one wants to see the real YOU,
All want to see the mask,
That smiles and acts like a better you

No one wants to see the ugly us,
The broken us,
All everyone wants to see is,
Our clandestine

~𝖯𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅

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Summary-
This poem is based on the fact that no one wants to the ugly us, the real us, the hurt us, the us in pain. It's the truth. "I am ugly and I must hide. No one loves me." I was in so much pain while writing this.