I’ve mastered the art of wearing masks,
To hide the truth in simple tasks.
With every laugh, I build a wall,
To keep the hurt from feeling small.
But in the quiet, when I’m alone,
The truth emerges, the pain is shown.
The art of pretending takes its toll,
A heavy price for a shattered soul.
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Echoes from the Canopy
PoetryWanna Hear the Echoes from the Canopy? This is a poetry collection that reflects the emotional struggles of today's youth. Each poem touches on themes of mental health, offering glimpses of both despair and hope. With short, powerful verses, it aims...
