Small lies
We all tell them everyday
We're good, I am fine, just tired
Masks we all wear them to hide our true emotions
In the meantime we destroy ourselves to save others the trouble
Help is wanted yet burdening others is a hurdle
Small lies
I am fine, just tired, I'm good
We all tell them, is it necessary?
Depends on what person you are
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PoetryThis will be my poem boek, most of it won't rhym. My poems have emotion, history and metaphors attached to them
