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Fading

I'm searching for an open door,
But all off them are locked,
I'm cold with fright and filled with pain,
While I'm being mocked.

I wish people would look closer,
And maybe see my pain,
But they're to filled with happiness,
While my face begins to rain.

They all look while I observe that,
All of them shed tears,
They all ask if I'm okay,
When I want to disappear.

No one really wants to know,
What I feel inside,
They're all filled with phoniness,
And covered up in pride.



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