Silence on the outside,
loud chatter on the in.
Perfecting my facade,
to hide the pain
within.
A fake smile on my face,
as they start to spill out:
The demons in my closet,
the pieces of my
heart.
Doubting I can do it,
I shake the thought from my mind.
Replace the pieces and the gleem,
and live as though I'm
fine.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 5:20 PM UTC
Silence on the outside,
loud chatter on the in.
Perfecting my facade,
to hide the pain
within.
A fake smile on my face,
as they start to spill out:
The demons in my closet,
the pieces of my
heart.
Doubting I can do it,
I shake the thought from my mind.
Replace the pieces and the gleem,
and live as though I'm
fine.
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