The Fourth Poem

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Everyone thinks i'm jokin'

they don't see i'm actually broken

but i guess its my fault

because normally i make light of what i've been dealt.

i don't want people to think i'm pathetic 

so i act like its all for the aesthetic

i purposely make it all a game

by always replying "same"

in school i fake a smile

but in reality i haven't been happy for a while

i used to be cheery and bright 

now i just never feel right

when someone says "you look sad"

i just tell them "oh my day was just bad"

lying almost always works

people just think i have a lot of quirks

but really i have a mental illness

and just recently i've begun to accept this.

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