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Jul 2020
Poker face is what I wear,
Emotionless I walk on the road of pain,
Not shedding a tear,
Yet doubting my every step,
Insults hit me in the face,
I let them sink in,
The terror increases ,
So does the fear of failing,
I stand adamant on my point,
Only to be told I'm never right,
When will it all stop?,
When did it all begin?,
I'm pushed into the darkness,
My last ray of hope flickers dead,
I drop down on my knees,
But I still believe I'm right ,
But am I really?
Written by
Arshia Randhawa
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