Tears soak my pillows,
and stain my cheeks.
It's always been like this,
not just a few weeks.
My life hurts daily,
cuts here, bruises there.
No one notices though,
not even when they stare
But I can hide anything,
just wait a while.
I swear that through any pain,
I can always fake a smile.
I've had to hide it for so long,
it's become a part of me.
So now even when I hurt the most,
happiness is what you'll see.
Happiness is my deception,
Pain is the reality.
My smiles are all mostly fake,
sadness is my normality.
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Desa
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