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Everyday you wake up
You put on your neat clothes
For all the bruises and scars
That you need to cover up
All the hurt inside
That you always try to hide
It always shows on your face
All the regrets and sadness that you've faced
So before you go through the door
You put on your mask
For the show's about to start
As you open the door once more
With your cheerful mask
The endless masquerade will begin
As you try to fool yourself
And everyone else all over again
Woaahh, nice poem again. Indeed you're a good writer! Idol! 😍