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Everything looks perfect
from far away
get too close
you begin to see
the imperfections
the truth beneath the illusion
what looks like a gift
just might be a curse
under the pretty wrapping.
We paint ourselves as angels
but we can’t hide
the monsters within.
Lying to everybody
fooling no one
but ourselves
always seeking approval
yet we find only shame.
They say that the
’truth will set you free’
but they never think
to mention that it sets us
free from the
cage we locked ourselves in
the one we painted gold
so that when someone
looks at it from a far
it seems to be a haven
but looks can be deceiving.
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Enjoyed your poem…reminded me of the Shakespearean line “all that glitters is not gold..”