I'll fake a smile,
To please the crowd.
It's just for a while,
To make you proud.
I'll tell you I'm okay,
To the very end.
It's a lie that I say,
So I can pretend.
I'll say I'm alright,
Until I'm free.
Always in plain sight,
Though you can't see.
You don't know,
What "I'm fine" means.
We act in our show,
Till we break at the seams.
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Almost a poet
PuisiI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
