Misplaced, misunderstood,
Missus' in a palace, you look so good.
Perfect smile, perfect clothes,
You look so great in all the dresscodes,
But no one sees the flicker in your smile,
No one sees, you start to fade away after a while,
Behind the beautiful gloat in your eyes,
The tears streaks down, the burn like fires.
No one sees the real you inside,
You found the best cover, the best way to hide,
Like a mask, your identity hides you away,
So strong a façade, you look. So. Grey.
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