Society

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Upon my countenance, a gleaming arc,

A smile, resplendent, a celestial spark.

Yet, society's gaze, an ever-present stare,

A disapproving glance, a burdensome affair.

In visage fair, a radiant hue,

Beneath the scrutiny, my mirth withdrew.

Oh, the judgmental eyes, a weight to bear,

As my smile waned underneath society's glare.

For in this world where opinions sway,

My joy concealed in shadows lay.

The symphony of my laughter, a muted guitar,

Drowned in the disapproval from afar.

Though my smile may rival the morning sun,

Society's frown eclipsed its radiant fun.

Thus, I wore a mask of joy and despair,

A paradoxical dance underneath society's glare.

Yet, in the quiet corners where shadows conspire,

A rebellious hope set my spirit afire.

For, despite the disapproval, my smile would declare,

Defiance against the darkness, a silent praye

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