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My Dirty Laundry.. my lips smile,
whilst my soul is black
A beautiful face, the
perfect mask for the monster
no one knows..
it takes over and they assume
it's a moodswig but i know
this is in no way m doing
subconscious or aware, i know
this is not me.
and so i weep in shame
on the inside
and smile and nod to you as you walk past
I can definately relate to your poem. I can appreciate it's flow and it's pace.