With folded hands,
by the dinner table she sits!
Cool, calm and collected.
'Oh, that girl! She's so sweet! Always a smile on her face!',
great aunt Olga beams!
No one knows the bitter truth!
In her room,
when nobody's in sight,
the mask comes off,
and what's revealed is
her own true colours!
Insanity, pain and rage!
Imagine if someone saw her then!
What would they all think?
They'd be utterly surprised!
How can such a sweet girl scream?
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