Fake Smile

You put on the pressure
You want me to be perfect
But little do you know
You're the reason I'm not

I can't talk to you about things
I can't show you I hurt
I can't reveal the scars you've left on my arm

I'm not perfect
I can't handle the disappointment
So I mend my self-made wounds
Put on a fake smile
And walk through life (alone)





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