What They Think
People think me strong. I know that I am weak. People think me wise. I know that I am foolish. People think me happy. I know that despair has taken over my life. People think they know. They have no idea. They don't know my mistakes. Those are too many to count. They don't know my frailities. I could shatter at any moment. They don't know my pain. It is hidden to deep for any, even me, to find. What people think they know, Is a lie. After all of this time, Even I don't know the truth.
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