I make you laugh,
Then turn and frown,
Keeping this charade,
Is hurting my pride.
But you don’t seem to notice,
Or is it that you don’t care,
Whatever the reason is,
You are oblivious to what’s really there.
Look at my smile,
Can you truly see?
Just an image turned vile,
Making it seem,
Like everything’s fine,
When really inside,
I just want to cry.
That it’s all a facade,
Like some blind effigy,
That chips with tears,
Like watered down veneer.
So why do I keep putting up these walls?
When all they do is make me fall.
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