It’s smiles, a laugh, a friendly poke.
An insult, but it’s just a joke.
It’s unity and it’s respect.
It’s all will know but none suspect.
It’s trusted here, the perfect hell.
And on the surface, all is well.
It’s nothing’s wrong, so please relax.
But when their own will turn their backs. . .
It’s weight and looks and attitude.
They strip each other to the nude.
It’s who did what and what went wrong
It’s who they hated all along.
It’s whispered lies and second glances,
Taking sides and taking chances.
It’s what is false and what is true,
Though makes no difference when “who” is “you.”
And when they turn their backs again,
It’s only smiles from there on in.
It’s what all know, but none will tell.
It really is the perfect hell.
It’s secret tears and public smiles.
It’s staring at their every file.
It’s smiles, a laugh, a friendly poke.
An insult. . . .but it’s "just a joke."