Masquerade

A sea of smiling faces as happy as can be.

Beautiful gowns and pressed midnight suits,

Twirling along with the rhythm of the orchestra.

The smiles though seem too bright, the gowns too stunning,

No one is who they really are.

Behind the masks of smiles lies a different face,

Of hurt, lies, regret, and sorrowful eyes.

Everyone is someone else,

At this brilliant masquerade.

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