Go on, laugh at me. Who cares?
While all the world just scorns and stares,
I turn and shrug my cares away.
[My bitter tears sustain, inside,
The crushing pain I try to hide;
I never shrug my cares away.]
Yet which of me am I?
The laughing face in which I pride,
Or the sobbing heart I try to hide?
[The bigger fool am I.
My smile is only fit to hide
The painful heart in which I pride.]