How

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I don't know how to think, I don't know how to feel, I don't know,don't know because no one ever taught me and all I learnt by myself was that your head must stay up and that tears are a weakness and mockery is power.
They raise you to be good people, goof people who don't know what to feel and how to because they never knew they were supposed to feel or think no they were just supposed to function to be 'good people' and blank.
Because I only feel pain and those tears burning in the back of my eyes begging to be let out but I hesitate and then splash water on my face.
I am supposed to be a good person they said.
I am not allowed to be sad because good people are always happy aren't they or do they hide their own tears behind their huge smiles and kind acts.
Do they break down?
Ever or aimlessly keep going.
'Good people' they said.
But you never taught me how to deal with it.
With the failure
The pain
The sadness
The hade so how could I ever be good?
Even just to myself.

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