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Fake Smiles.


Everybody goes about their day fine and dandy,

but what people don't know is that I have this baggage behind my back that I can barely carry.

Stories from my past will never be at rest because it's just a huge mess.

Mom and dad divorced and I still don't know the source,

but I keep on going on in this life not knowing that this is a horrible course.

I'm going crazy and I don't even know who to blame.

All these thoughts in my brain is slowly creating a monster that can't be tamed.

It's going wild, it's going crazy

I just wanna let it loose but I still couldn't let it play me.

I need someone to be here with me so I can show them the real me

not this beast that I have been becoming lately.

But there's no one, not even mom and dad.

This is why every sign of life in me has nearly died.

There's no hope and this is why I question my existence

because no one is out there to give me some assistance.

People walk smiling and I tend to do the same.

I even take a few pictures and put it in a frame.

But what people don't know is that it's not the real me.

They will never see me because they only pay attention to what they see.

That same joyful smile is filled with horrible lies but is very well hidden is disguise from your very eyes.

This is why I'm still here but I'm filled with fear

because the future is near and that kid in the picture will no longer be there.

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