Fake smile
I see all those beautiful faces
Who stabbed me from back,
Like every other person
I have a fake smile on my face,
A battle inside
Is haunting me,
Whispering,
my so called secrets,
And
all of them flooded to a path
Where I couldn't trust people,
Because this is
What I see in them.
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