Holes in My Socks

There are holes in my socks
from where I walk
on glass and rocks
you think I should stop
oh please don't talk
I am not
who you saw

you saw who my mask maker wants you to see
my magician plays tricks and they all believe
that I am alright
that I sleep at night
she makes it seem
as if I dream
in reality
I do not sleep

sometimes they find
a hole in her lie
a crack in my smile
they know I'm not fine
but that's when they leave
as soon as they see
so many things
are wrong with me

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