ALL DRESSED UP
What you see is my smile,
But my soul hasn't felt that in awhile.
It's like a mask to hide the pain,
The pain that's like a continuous rain.
But, what's expected is the mask I show,
Someday's it's exhausting to keep the glass half full.
What is real you'd rather not know.
In reality my happiness,
Is just a role I play.
A role I play to fool them all.
Because if I didn't,
The tower of me would fall.
They often ask how my happiness doesn't fade,
It's all really just a facade.
But in reality my happiness,
Is something I wear like a dress.
A dress to be tossed into the corner of a room,
Leaving sadness to creep in all to soon.
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