The smile that once was


I remember the days when you’d appear on your own
Those days seem lost, and the place you’ve gone in unknown
Am I really living or is life living for me,
I fear that happy is an emotion I truly cannot be
I put the mask on and play pretend every day from morning to night
When it’s time to be real I go into hiding and run away in fright
Being “perfect” is easier than staring down my flaws and realizing everything is wrong
I’ve pushed through the pain time and time again, but my heart is tired of being strong.

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