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Jul 2019
Nothing is what it seems,
you may see me smile,
but you don't see the tears that I cry.
Nothing is what it seems,
you may think that I'm okay,
but you don't see the pain that I hide away.
Nothing is what it seems,
behind closed doors it's always a different story.
No one hears the cries for help,
no matter how hard you try and reach out.
Sometimes I just want to scream and shout,
but no one cares because we're all so wrapped up in our own little world.
We listen to all the gossip and forget about the facts,
the pressure of today's society has got us feeling trapped.
Alex John Peace
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Alex John Peace  28/Trans Male/East Sussex
(28/Trans Male/East Sussex)   
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