and so, i'll paint.
i'll paint on a smile to cover the mess
and paint to hide my own lack of rest.
the dark circles are hidden,
tears tucked away like hands in a mitten,
only so i can paint over them, per se
on another dreadful day.
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Words Left Unsaid
Poetrybook i have to write for school mostly vent poetry or other stuff trigger warnings possible
