Foolishly Hidden
Masquerading our true selves,
through farce and illusions.
Forced we fit molds,
most unfit,
yet we choose them.
To dance for this world,
a fools waltz of confusion.
To live is to love others;
That much we are certain,
But what good is that love,
if we live life behind curtains.
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