Their visage appears jovial and cheerful,
Yet there’s a story untold, that eats them up inside,
Are they squarely the same when they’re on their own?
Door closed, phone kept aside, and the mirror on the wall?
The silent walls and the muted mirror know it all.
Only if they could speak,
Those precious souls today would be breathing in air on this egoistic planet,
But they’ve found their egress to life already and now rest peacefully.

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