Hidden,-
-I wear a mask that hides my face.
All this saddness is out of place.
Upbeat and giddy in public eyes,
Solemn alone, I break all ties.
Hidden-
-Smiles to make them think I'm well
And pack my doubt away for the time.
But once home, all to myself
I cry. I cry. I cry. Tis crime.
I'm not supposed to be deep,
But shallow and bright.
I can bring a smile to someone's face
When they are swallowed in plight.
So why is it, that I am proud
And glorious all the day?
And home alone I cry,
To only later, again, wash my worries away?
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Assassin Of Youth
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