Stifling his curse, he gives a wry smile,
Internally though, he becomes more senile,
Suppressing his yawn, he blankly nods his head,
But, in reality, he's just a perishing thread.
Concealing his pain, he gives a picture of joy,
Actually though, he's just an ephemeral toy,
A conservative guy, yet parties with friends,
And social criticism, he successfully defends.
Looking to the future, burying his past,
He hides truths with lies made up fast,
All his life he's been a red herring,
If only people can find his true being.
Over the cliff, he goes today,
And silently takes his life away,
To people around, it makes no sense,
'Coz he's just ended a life of pretense.
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