April 24, 2012
I feel, think, hope, and dream,
Most of it goes unseen.

I cover, hide, and evade,
My life isn't openly displayed.

I hate to show pain,
I fail to see much gain.

I smile when I need to weep,
Stay silent when I want to shriek.

Concealing my deepest emotions,
At times takes a lot of devotion.

Why do I behave this way?
There are far too many reasons to say.

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