I get up in the morning
And I do my hair,
And sometimes I'll even do my makeup.
I'll put my clothes on,
And I'll eat my breakfast.
And I'll go to work.
And to everyone who sees me
It seems that I have it all together.
But inside my head,
Is a screaming I cannot silence.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.