"My Secret"
When I walk in the room
Everybody turns away
I might as well dig my own tomb
Nobody cares about what I have to say
I blend in with the crowd
They don't see more than meets the eye
They're too cruel to speak their thoughts aloud
But they think everything I have said is a lie
There is a burden in my heart
It burns a hole that cannot be fixed
People never know what to stay and how to start
The smile they see before them
It's a lie for my secret life
Do they not care that my life is full to the brim?
It's full of cuts, not eating and pure strife
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