Happy I hang
Onto smiles
Plastered hastily
Stucco of laughter
Cemented persona
To the cracked world,
On the sidewalk I tread
Everyone zips by
And I dread
When the night
And the quiet
Comes around,
A cold blanket
Of solitude,
Wet with my thoughts
Through tears I drown,
Am I real
As this pain
Coursing through
All my being?

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