You never know what someone’s thinking,
Though you think you might;
Underneath that smile and winking
Could be dynamite.
Yes, I love your haircut!
I’m thrilled for your success!
But behind those words
Might be the truth you’d never guess.
Congratulations, buddy!
It’s just what you deserve!
All the while believing
That you’ve got a lot of nerve.
Gee, I’m glad to see you!
Can we meet real soon?
Inside, hoping that won’t be
Until the next blue moon.
Often, people keep their thoughts
In places dark and hidden;
Sometimes honesty escapes,
But mostly it’s forbidden.
In our minds we filter out
The things we cannot say.
If those floodgates open
There’d be more than hell to pay.
So we grin and compliment,
A poker-face syndrome.
We’re guilty, all, to some extent:
You really love my poem!
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