I’m wearing a smile,
but the smile’s a lie.
I’m holding back tears,
but my eyes remain dry.
They say the way to the soul,
is seen through the eyes,
but if that is the truth,
then you can see my soul’s died.
I’m emotionally weak,
but too stubborn to break.
I scream at myself,
for being so ******* fake.
No one would know,
how broken I am.
Lying is my art form,
and self hatred’s my jam.
How can you love yourself,
when you hate who you are?
Hiding behind falseness,
like skin behind scars.
Maybe one day,
this disguise will explode.
Then you’ll see the real me,
and my world will implode.
Till then it’s my secret,
between me and myself.
So just look at my smile,
and ignore everything else.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 3:40 AM UTC
I’m wearing a smile,
but the smile’s a lie.
I’m holding back tears,
but my eyes remain dry.
They say the way to the soul,
is seen through the eyes,
but if that is the truth,
then you can see my soul’s died.
I’m emotionally weak,
but too stubborn to break.
I scream at myself,
for being so ******* fake.
No one would know,
how broken I am.
Lying is my art form,
and self hatred’s my jam.
How can you love yourself,
when you hate who you are?
Hiding behind falseness,
like skin behind scars.
Maybe one day,
this disguise will explode.
Then you’ll see the real me,
and my world will implode.
Till then it’s my secret,
between me and myself.
So just look at my smile,
and ignore everything else.
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