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This poem details the contrast between tragedy and comedy. |
| Just a lie, Once jovial, with a crooked smile. Now wanting to lie Down on the brick surface, And face the sky Wanting to die. Because the world could not shy Away from my mask. They merely gasped, They merely whispered What they were glimpsing And who they were glancing With such a blow as their stare Against my cheeks Where marks come uplifted The smile that was never there, The real smile that was never here To see my famous self. |