Cloak
Our life is like the deepest parts of an ocean,
People are only looking at the surface.
It's not until you dive head in,
That you truly see the circus.
A lot is always going on,
most people don't really care.
They think my life is perfect,
I'm laughing through the worst times.
When in reality it is suspect.
Commiting all the worst crimes.
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