In a garden bright with painted blooms, Where laughter dances, joy consumes, I wear a smile, a crafted guise, A radiant mask to hide the sighs. Beneath the sun, I twirl and sway, Yet shadows linger, soft and gray. The mirror's gleam reflects the cheer, But deep within, a whisper: fear. Each laugh a note, a hollow sound, A melody lost, where dreams are drowned. I paint my cheeks with rosy hues, While dark thoughts linger, masked in blues. The world applauds my painted face, A jester’s joy in a vibrant space. Yet in this play, I know the cost, For every smile, a piece is lost. So here I stand, a puppet bright, In daylight’s glow, I feign delight. But in the night, when silence creeps, The smile fades, and sorrow weeps. Perhaps one day, I’ll shed this skin, Embrace the storm that rages within. For true joy lies not in the show, But in the heart, where shadows grow.
Song: Happy Face - Song by Jagwar Twin
