No One Knows

January 3, 2015

They think they know me oh so well.

My fears and strengths.

They don't realize the pain I sometimes feel,

Or how fantasy is mistaken for reality.

All they see is a reassuring smile,

Which secretly masks my frown.

No one knows, they just think they do.

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