I wear artificial happiness
like a disguise
hiding the demons that loom in my brain
with a layer of too-bright sunshine
and I must be pretty good at it
because nobody suspects a thing
under layers of lies and laughs
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poesíaa sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
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I wear artificial happiness
like a disguise
hiding the demons that loom in my brain
with a layer of too-bright sunshine
and I must be pretty good at it
because nobody suspects a thing
under layers of lies and laughs