Trying to be bright and happy is a hard thing to do
When you are ill and ailing and feeling very blue
I put a smile on my face for all the world to see
How my smiles lie to you, you have no idea you see
I learned to lie awhile ago about how I truly feel
Because if I didn’t do it, I would be stricken ill
You don’t understand the metaphors or words I am using here
And I don’t expect you all to; you’re all such lovely dears
So I leave it all to the imagination and a clue is in the title
It is a representation of my past, something you should know it’s vital
So now I will end my poem, opening up your minds
I hope you get the message; getting someone’s understanding is hard to find
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