I'm starting to be an expert in this art:
I can flaunt a fake bliss,
I can display a complete pretention,
Just to conceal my bleeding heart.
I think I'm beginning to master this art:
I can burst out in laughter the whole day,
Then I'll just lament at night
Still trying to figure out why I was left behind.
When will I be completely adept with this art?
This art of being unwanted, unloved and forgotten?