Unveil the Mystery

September 23, 2014

U sually my face holds a smile and my smiel tells happy stories.

N evertheless, my heart holds a sadder story.

V ersions of my thoughts are told to friends and family,

E ven though many times my thoughts are more anxious than told.

I ndeed, anxiety is laced behind all of the smiles and stories.

L eave it to my mother to decipher my anxiety and put my mind at ease.

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