Under the knife,
Caked in make-up,
Do we really ever know who we are?
Hiding...
a poet knows... World and candors...
Do we really ever know who we are?
Hiding In the mask that society see fits.
A smile that doesn’t touch the eyes,
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Under the knife, Caked in make-up, Do we really ever know who we are? Hiding... a poet knows... World and candors... Do we really ever know who we are? Hiding In the mask that society see fits. A smile that doesn’t touch the eyes,