Why am I born this way?
They're so happy with the fake me.
Still, some of the virus caught up.
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Every end of the day,
I'll rub all mask until gone.
Sure, I know that
I had loved this disguise,
But, is no one searching
for the real me?
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"Hey, it's all okay. Now please, laugh.."
I'll comfort them,
not knowing that
I sacrificed a part of me.
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I must smile brightly.
Pretending life is always perfect.
But, in the end,
it's just the opposite anyway.
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As I trip while balancing on a ball.
It really was my job,
To fall intentionally and be laughed at.
Because, I'm just a nameless participant.
YOU ARE READING
Needing space for words
PoezjaIt's sunny today, but my mind bears a heavy rainfall of sadness, anxiety, depression, and even the memories of us. I just wish you could hear me. Even if I give no reason... _______
