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Apr 2020
A smile,
such a clever trick
When I want, when I need to hide
I smile,
so I stay hidden.

No easy feat to achieve,
yet I must do so
I endanger myself when I do not hide
Open to hard eyes, inquisitive stares and plain
disgust.

As I grow, I become the master,
master of hiding, hidden from all
Not even Holmes can decipher my smile
Let him try,
I am hidden.

My tears are silent, my sobs never seen,
my shouts are disguised
But my smile, my smile screams
Screams false happiness and content,
false love.

The veil of truth is my servant,
I easily command it
My lies shaping, shifting, becoming my life
Reality has gone away from me,
to hide is to lie.

I can wish the rules were different,
but my wishes are foolish and wasted
As is my love
Hidden as the rest of my life,
cloaked under my shame, my fear.

This world is cruel and unfair,
for more than just people like I
We all must be hidden
We all have a reason to hide,
so we smile.
Written by
Tara  F/Nottingham
(F/Nottingham)   
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   Harley Hucof
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