Character Concealed Behind the Curtain
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Most of the time, I feel like a fraud,
I walk around numb, with a plastered on smile,
I receive "hello's!" and "goodbye's" with a simple nod,
All in the hopes of staying in denial.
I know people think I'm a bubbly girl,
Never without something to say,
Always smiling and laughing, making my own way in the world,
But inside I feel like a dead bug on display.
I want to know when I'll stop feeling alone,
And just when all the pain will dry up and go away,
But I don't know the future, or when I'll find a "home,"
In ten years, two years, five months, today?
But I'll keep on hoping as I wait, living life,
If that's what you call it- it doesn't feel like "livin' "
People who "live" aren't afraid of a knife,
But those who are alive treasure each moment they are given.
I wish I could feel happy,
Even for a moment, a minute,
But I feel like a cloud is hanging over my head, making me feel crappy,
That minute of happiness would be without limit.