We shout in whispers
and tell white lies,
Give silent cries
and like gray skies

We're bittersweet
and cold with heat,
Awfully pretty
aren't we?

Cheerfully Mournful
at funerals,
and purposefully aimless
when wandering streets

Full of emptiness
and stably insane,
We're genuinely fake
and love to hate

by Paper Cut

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Well you certainly managed to get a lot of them into this poem. Very creative and fresh. Thanks.