People say smile it helps for awhile but what they don't know is the pain I own, its unknown but owned by me I wanna flee from my demons and hide but joy is a lie life is a ride of saddness and maddness there's no room for gladness in life yet people strife for it and hope but they end up in a mope soon enough its rough to try and change but the range is to much and it ends in pain just like rain it is unstoppable and provokable yet its noticeable and its a layer of fake joy like a mask just a toy and it hurts but for the real world you have to try and fit in like its a sin to be yourself and it hurts, then you feel the tears like shears cutting through your emotions and yet you have all this commotion its a motion.
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Little book of poems
PoetryJust another little book thats all some deep and some not
