I'm an expert of this artifice,
A trickery, a disguise,
to let this mask remain
is a mental sacrifice.
I hide away every flaw,
taint my face with happiness,
it is a ruse
I over use, over abuse,
a bloodstream curse.
And so I keep them coming,
like my sanity isn't running,
I keep them there, under my nose,
won't let no one glimpse my woes
I puke smiles
but are they real?
I puke smiles
but is smiley how I feel?
Nobody willing to investigate,
I puke smiles
just to conceal,
I puke smiles;
they're your "happy" meal
and they're never up for debate.
- Crimsyy♡

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Ramblings Of A Storm
PoetryI am a lightning bolt , and I know you can't handle me, because you're afraid of drizzles, but I'm the entire hurricane, suffocated in flesh and bone, waiting to unleash itself. Crimsyy Copyright 2016 #1
