The curtain:
Shifting always,
Swishing and swirling
Aside.

The presumable lucious grin,
Bursting forth in gales,
Laughter high as halls
So loud--
Impossible, it is, to be real.
The curtain:
Shifting always,
Swishing and swirling
Aside.
The forcefully framed smile,
Thrusted out to public,
Noises loud as lies
So high--
Pitched as a simple cry.

The selflessly pursued favor,
Given without a thought,
Sacrifices as sugar
So sweet--
Kinder than possible, untrue.
The curtain:
Shifting always,
Swishing and swirling
Aside.
The selfishly sentenced sin ,
Planted as an image tree,
Broadcasts as boyance
So fake--
Sowed as seemingly true.

The gratifying sumptuous thanks,
Tossed to an expecting dog,
Treats as tokens
So nice--
Too many, but always too few.
The curtain:
Shifting always,
Swishing and swirling
Aside.
The deposited decisive drops,
Doled with a hidden poison,
Fakes as fruits
So full--
Of menace and malice, due.

The mask that the humans all wear,
Dropped over eyes and teeth,
Vices and virtues
So old--
Repeated through generations.
The curtain:
Shifting always,
Swishing and swirling
Aside.
The bothers that we all must bear,
Hidden hates and hopes, forlorn,
Shadows of us that we cover
So dark--
Are the rooms where we draw
Our veils.

For twinxs21 who gave me the idea. Thx!
I know this isn't a rhyming poem, but poetry doesn't have to rhyme. Read this as a message, see if you can interpret it, and I hope that we can all find a way to leave the dark rooms and fold back our veils to meet the ones waiting outside.
Cheers