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I see it in your eyes when you speak to me.
You just want to be heard, understood, and free.
You don't forget the ones who forgot you,
And each time you close your eyes, you wish it were true.
You wish it were true that one day you'd be fine,
But all I can see is the pain which you hide.
Ear to ear smiles, gleaming brown eyes,
In your arms you secure the ones who feel they can't rise.
If only they knew what it is you went through,
They would realise that you need reassurance too.
If only they looked deeper into your eyes,
They would see each speck of the pain which you hide.
Day after day you long for a hand,
But day after day your tears are buried in the sand.
You would think for a person like you it would be simple,
To take each day as it comes, and each situation as nimble,
But you suffer alone, you fail to abide,
And they'll never know the pain which you hide.
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P.S.
Puisi"Not all Art has to be art. Some Art is simply the Art of writing." ~ T. Durand
