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A Facade
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Personal (Melancholy) The only thing I’m good at
is pretending...
I keep this smile on my face
and this laugh in my throat
so no one knows how I feel inside.
I don’t want to bring others down
with the sob in my chest,
the tears in my eyes.
If they just looked into my pupils,
they would see the truth~
the emptiness I can’t hide.
But I avert from their glances;
I won’t look anyone in the eye
in case I am found out.
This happiness is all a facade
masking the reality of pain.
