I’m so tired of their
Painted smiles and fake hellos
Pretending every things fine
Because life’s great
And as I truly know
It is not and nowhere
Near it
Life is dead to me
Because no one ever truly lives
And if they did
They would understand my writings
The words written on my paper
The lines appearing on my wrist
In my mirror I see what they cannot
And I know what they refuse to know
But even though it’s right
It almost seems wrong
It’s almost a sin
But when I see
Their painted smiles and fake hellos
I know I’m right

 
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