Tell only your true story if you must
Don’t speak at all if you don’t trust
Hiding your sadness with a jingle of joy
Could never help; it’s a stupid ploy
No one likes to share sorrow; it’s true
To crave pleasant company anxiety may accrue
To exhibit pleasant picture liked by most
Wishful angels hiding tormenting ghosts
Escaping reality for fleeting escape
Joy will vanish leaving you with heartache
