Mysterious Guy

His eyes are alluring like crystal glasses,

That you can see the pain even without dashes.

His words describes life as fantastic,

But his gestures shows that its a tragic.

Day by day, as I walk on by,

I always look to this mysterious guy. That even if he keeps laughing around,

I know, inside him, everything's aren't fine.

His magic in life is truly admirable,

That he can live outside and be desirable.

But why does he need to lie and pretend

That he doesn't have something to mend?