February 11, 2017

Walking around with my head held high.
Trying to keep a smile to all those who pass by.
The shackles I carry on,
I will always have from dusk to dawn.
The fake laughter is filled with lies.
Always being forced to hide the rope that keeps me tied.
All I can do is to keep on hoping.
That I'll find away to get away from all this moping.
My siblings watching me tear myself down.
Wondering why I do with an uncertain frown.
I try to relieve myself from all of it.
By drawing blood just to get through.
I recluse my thoughts from others,
Just so they don't worry about my useless bothers.
My outside is made for a prideful token,
But inside I'm shattered and “broken”.

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