Monalisa

She has been misunderstood.

So tired

Running running running

People see her as a sparkling sight

Glimmering and shining bright

But she’s nothing more than a lonely cat

Laughing, chanting, playing

But she’s actually crying

Can’t make them believe, she’s bored of trying

When she’s smiling, smiling, smiling

Take a closer look

Though she’s not an opened book

Her smile turned crooked

Bent and twisted

Like a curse, the beauty made her dying dying dying

Ah, poor thing

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