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I smile widely; The perfect painted face. A masterpiece in lies and my empty... Grace. They cheer my name with hollow... Sometimes echoing cries. But none ever look behind my eyes; I dance on strings... Most cannot see. A marionette of praise! And mockery... Their love is loud; So loud it drowns out the truth. That I am rotting... In this gilded youth. Each compliment; A blade in silk disguise. They worship masks! And never ask me "why?" I laugh the way they taught me to; on cue, A polished joy that's never really... true. The crowd adores! The lights are always on. But no one sees the parts of me that are so... long gone. I am happy—yes! It’s what they need from me; But love this loud can be a cage... You see? So clap again! pretend I shine so bright! While I dissolve beneath... The neon lights. I am happy... Because they all believe— And that's the lie I’ll never let them grieve.
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May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 11:47 PM UTC
I am Happy... Because Everone Loves me
I smile widely; The perfect painted face. A masterpiece in lies and my empty... Grace. They cheer my name with hollow... Sometimes echoing cries. But none ever look behind my eyes; I dance on strings... Most cannot see. A marionette of praise! And mockery... Their love is loud; So loud it drowns out the truth. That I am rotting... In this gilded youth. Each compliment; A blade in silk disguise. They worship masks! And never ask me "why?" I laugh the way they taught me to; on cue, A polished joy that's never really... true. The crowd adores! The lights are always on. But no one sees the parts of me that are so... long gone. I am happy—yes! It’s what they need from me; But love this loud can be a cage... You see? So clap again! pretend I shine so bright! While I dissolve beneath... The neon lights. I am happy... Because they all believe— And that's the lie I’ll never let them grieve.
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16/F/United States
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 11:47 PM UTC
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