I sat there talking with people,
but I seem like an invisible figure.
No one listened, so I still sat there, with a happy smile;
Pushing back tears while filling my head with lies,
Whelving those feelings away as I put on;
A pitiful disguise.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 1:24 AM UTC
I sat there talking with people,
but I seem like an invisible figure.
No one listened, so I still sat there, with a happy smile;
Pushing back tears while filling my head with lies,
Whelving those feelings away as I put on;
A pitiful disguise.
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