A Facade

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.

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