Hear their laughter,
as they mask themselves in fake humor.
Look at their smiles,
as they put on their masks of happiness.
Then take a look inside....
Torment, anguish, and contempt
all raging in a maelstrom behind those smiles,
behind the laughter.
Not very serene at all.
Obscene thoughts run through their heads,
thoughts of suicide and homicide.
The portrait hides all of this,
it paints a happy picture.
All of this is plastic and porceilin.
False, reality hidden behind a happy scene,
not at all depicting the present situation.
No one sees this deep though,
we just go on about our ways,
each of us hidding behind
our own false portraits.
Trying to make our lives look perfect,
to the naked eye anyway.
Just fake photos of our prestine selves,
conjured with makeup, fake smiles,
and fake laughter.
All the Hell that we go through,
is painted onto a canvas with a glossy effect
that we call our true self.
What a beautiful painting the world is.