Stifled by the cobweb of struggle
Tussling and fiddling their way through
Why then they gag and giggle
Faking a poster smile
They can’t recall when they last lived freely
This plastic smile is telegraphed really
A reassurance that they can still wear a smirk
Albeit with a nerve wrecking jerk
The wrath of being frustrated by life
Is hidden under the cloak of their veneer
Fighting for survival, as through the waters, they steer
Still faking a poster smile
By them, I mean everybody
Is faking to suit his ambience
To disguise the life that’s been shoddy
So full of regret and penance
If I had enough of an eye
To gaze past the eyes of their mind
I would urge them to try
And not just fake a poster smile
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