The Hoaxer
They see the smile
I feel the pain
They see a free girl
I wear the chains
They see a happy family
I cry like rain
when father beats me for the tiniest things.
They see the volleyball setter
Best in the league
They see the class president
who is really fatigued
They see the nicest girl
they’ve ever seen
when really she’s the most depressed human being.
She tries to be strong
She tries to fight
The evil thoughts that creep up on her during the night.
She misses her mother
Lost to disease
She’ll never see her again, that’s a guarantee.
She doesn’t wish for this
It’s not her cup of tea
This girl is hidden from view, this girl is me.
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