The world looks like a canvas

Full of fake colors.

'tis not one whole world.

There are worlds;

Millions, billions, trillions of them.

Uncountable.

Uncountable denizens

With their own uncountable worlds,

Outside which they are aliens.

Alien to love, care, and compassion

For others.

Others, not of much

Or any use to them, now.

No, they don't have a reason

To love them.

Or, even to ask

What's depressing them.

Not one reason, sadly.

Zilch.

But, no worries

'cause they've real big hearts.

So, they give sans any reason

What they're adept at giving:

Their best (fake) smile.

Wonderfully.

Unflinchingly.

Deceptively genuine.