I am sometimes humble or thankful to be blessed,
But I am most of the time bitter and very easily stressed.
I am not happy I cry like all the time,
But I am smiling, Im always smiling on
On the Inside, what trouble lives within thee,
What heartache dwells, calls this place home,
What heartache lives inside of me?
Pain, Pain where no one else can see,
Who knew one can bear such pain as
what lives inside of me.
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