Behind the Curtain

Most of the time my smiles lack real meaning.

They are only there for the time being, 

But even that's short living.

I only sit any smile so no one can see the true feeling.

I try to hide and aspect that is less than what is concidered happy.

But even the strong must break every once in  a while.

Dont just sit back and watch me crumble,

You may need me when we too, have turned the table.

 

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