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This smile on my face has become so permanent.
Can you tell?
The plastic lines glued to my lips,
they are trapping me.
They are blinding you.
The sincerety in my smile has dissapeared,
leaving nothing but a faltering glipse of hope.
It's fooling you.
I can tell.
You read the lines of my short story
without second guessing a word.
You have fallen for the paint I have bestowed upon my face,
and the costumes gracing my body.
You are one with the fools now,
And I am just here for your ammusement.