The laughter that comes
From my mouth seems strange
The smile that shows on
My mouth seems staged
My thoughts are locked
Inside a dimension
So deep that is is
So rarely mentioned
The people that see
The words of this book
Pretend to have compassion
But never a second look
If you wonder if these words
From every line
Really comes from my heart
Or they are just lies
Why do I respond with the
Same exact word
When I say that I am
Always good
The things you think about me
Seem remarkably true
But really the truth
Is hidden without a clue
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 10:30 AM UTC
The laughter that comes
From my mouth seems strange
The smile that shows on
My mouth seems staged
My thoughts are locked
Inside a dimension
So deep that is is
So rarely mentioned
The people that see
The words of this book
Pretend to have compassion
But never a second look
If you wonder if these words
From every line
Really comes from my heart
Or they are just lies
Why do I respond with the
Same exact word
When I say that I am
Always good
The things you think about me
Seem remarkably true
But really the truth
Is hidden without a clue
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