You think that you know me
But can you really be sure?
Sometimes I had behind my pure happiness mask
Full of yellows and oranges
Other times I show my more hidden side
A collage of blues, reds, and even the occasional black
Take a moment to think however,
Don't we all hide behind a mask?
Are we always in a state of ecstasy?
Are we always perfect?
I think not,
Thus I wear the mask.
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