I've come to learn how to act around people
What to say
How to mimic their energy and feelings
That way they don't ask how I'm doing
They don't think that I spend half of my time
Alone and feeling numb
This way they think I'm just like them
Happy
Sometimes it gets tiring putting on a smile
But you'll become used to it
It'll become a reflex
A new trait
YOU ARE READING
Being between life and death
PoetryYou, holder of chaos, have the ability to make it look like beauty.
