I hate living a lie.

I’m not a good actor,
and these lines feel stale.

But I can’t let you see
behind my mask-
my carefully-painted smile.

You’ll only judge me
for what’s inside,
for a heart that bleeds.

You’ll never see my wounds;
You’ll never know my sorrow.

You’ll never know me
at all.

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I do love the cynicism with

I do love the cynicism with "these lines feel stale."

Straightforward and to the point. Not as metaphoric as your handle suggests, but sincere and well-written all the same. Good to see you in poetic form. You are a talented pen.