On the outside, I might seem cheery and playful
But that is just a thin shell wrapping a lot of air.
Kind of like a painted egg,
Looks pretty on the outside but everything that had real beauty was removed long ago.
People see it and feel good when it is around
But they are only looking at the markings left by someone else
Who stole the insides and left it hollow.
What people see of me is an intricate design,
But I am the dried egg yolk clinging to the insides of the shell.