Tell me now

What makes you smile every day,

Is it the mask that hides decay?

A fleeting spark, a hollow gleam,

Or the remnants of a broken dream?


Is it the sun that burns the sky,

Or the thought that someday you will die?

Is it laughter carved from pain,

Or dancing shadows in the rain?


What makes you frown when the dark returns,

Is it the silence that always burns?

The echoes of words you’ll never say,

Or ghosts that follow and never stay?


Is it the weight of time on your spine,

The taste of rust in an aging wine?

Is it the mirror that tells no lies,

Or the truth that hides in your weary eyes?


Between the smile and the frown you wear,

There’s a void that whispers, “Nothing’s fair.”

You laugh at dawn, but by dusk you drown,

What makes you smile… will make you frown.


And in that chasm, cold and deep,

Your secrets rot, your shadows creep.

The grin you wear is a sharpened blade,

And every joy… is a masquerade.


So tell me now, before you break,

What makes you smile, for heaven’s sake?

And when the night drags you back down,

What makes you smile—

What makes you frown?

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