Painted, in crowds …. I stand prone
To Laughter, masked …. With an eerie groan
Deep within, storms fire, hidden roars,
Raging storms, behind closed doors.
A Smile …. Emotion? , A shield I raise!
Entwines hidden anger, joy, and haze.
Shadows creep, a mystery downs
Yet silence talks, whispers Loaned
In shaping walls, cracks appear,
The lone truth, in all eyes clear,
Engulfing frost, my heart will show,
Emotion-less, yet dripping snow,
©alioooy
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