Grand Facade

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Where does my heart lay, when I put my head to rest.

Another day has passed me by, just like it was a test.

I sometimes look up towards the stars and wish that I could be,

someone other than myself, who's better than just me.

I cant accept the way I am, no matter how hard I try.

The feelings I keep down inside they make me want to cry.

The smile I put up on my face, is just a mascarade,

like a grand facade I've made, a game that must be played.

Each day I wonder where I'll  be,and what will become of me.

Sometimes rhyming helps to ease my fears and helps me to feel free.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this after someone said in a comment how people who use rhyme in poetry are immature,and it makes the work trivial.i didnt think so myself.

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