My smile doesn't means I'm happy.
It's just to cover my wounds.
My face might seem bright.
But I'm as dull as the soil on ground.
I might be jumping high.
To convince you I'm fine.
But no I'm not excited.
I have hidden some pain behind.
I might be swaying back and forth.
To show you that I can't keep calm.
But deep inside my heart is suffering all the drought and harm.
I must be trying to drip love from my eyes.
But no I don't have any to give.
Since I have been drained out ,
With all the wrath in me.
No I'm not happy. No I'm not fine.
No I'm not Excited and I'm filled with hatred in the rock heart of mine.
No just because I'm smiling doesn't means.
Everything is okay.
All the patience in me. Have become a different painful wave.
No I'm not sure. What can I name the emotion I feel.
But I'm desperatly trying for it not to get reveal.
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