Leaks Out

I wake to cry.

Living this thing,

This thing called life.

Every day it's always the same.

For the world around me.

A fake face,

A fake smile,

But hidden, always hidden.

    My pain.

You see only what I let you.

Nothing is real,

My happiness is fake.

A dreamed illusion.

I'm happy as far as you can see.

But it's the things that hide,

Beneath the pale surface.

That makes me,

As I am.

The tears that stain my cheeks,

My sheets and everything that is me.

Leaks out.

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