i smile on the outside;
i make them think that i'm okay.
it seems i'd be a great actor,
i put on a great show every day.
they always are oblivious.
they think that i am fine...
they cannot see the truth,
All of the pain that lays inside.
i make them think im happy,
i give them what they want...
the "nothing much..."; the, "fine and you?"
i know they dont care fo the truth
~
in bed at night, i struggle...
i fight the demon's taunting me.
the truth they say is agonizing,
knowing what i'll never be...
i never will be perfect.
i was born with all these flaws;
never will somebody love me,
i will remain just a lost cause.
breaking every second,
i realize i can't revive...
dead, batered, and broken.
i still smile on the outside...
~
2007-08-25
03:54:52
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