My life was perfect and endearingly bright;
Filled with people, all good and true.
The talks we would share, and the gossips we so heard,
All took place upon places of colours in hue.
People say I am vibrant!
Shining like a beacon in the sky;
Lending hope to others, and envy to some,
But this did not stop me from aiming high.
Music and the Arts, my forte;
I studied hard and to appreciation did my self drown.
People said I was vibrant,
But this made me realize deceit and a frown.
My life was once bright;
Filled with masked people and words of lies buried deep.
From this I learned, and not in the easiest way,
Life is never fair, and it is I who will weep.
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