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Truth About Me
The truth is that my mask is made of smile.
The truth is I'm not as happy as I should be.
You've heard my jokes, and my laugh.
Tears in my eyes as I tell you the lies my mind made up about me.
You've seen the way I walk as if I have nothing to prove,
The way I keep my head straight and look forward while walking in the hallways.
What none of you, none of you noticed is how I stare into space.
The tone of my voice as I realise what I said was wrong.
Looking up to the sky as I tell you the lies my mind made up about me.
You didn't nnotice the quiet, you were deaf to my sighs.
I'm apologizing now for all that Iv'e done and all that I've said.
I've been lying to you.
Starting to cry as I tell you the lies my mind made up about me.
Tricking you into thinking that I'm light and bubbly like champagne,
These wrods are bitter in my mouth like grapefruit.
My eyes are filled with regret.
My hands are shaking and my voice is weak.
Hair in my eyes as I tell you the lies my mind made up about me.
I feel that I stand alone, and this crowd are happy feelings I pushed away.
I'm sorry for wearing the costume you think you knew.
I'm sorry for not knowing myself.
Dreading this life as I tell you the lies my mind made up about me.
Sorry to mislead you , I meant no harm I promise.
I wanted your acceptance, but all I got was a fence.
I'm sorry for trying to build bridges with you with fake wood.
There are no scars on my skin, my will is paper thin.
I've swallowed no pills, but I remember themin my hand.
The truth about me is that I'm dying, while tears are in my eyes, while I look to the sky, starting to cry, hair in my eyes, dreading this life, telling you the lies my smile made up about me.
I'm apologize.

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This poem explains how I've fel for awhile now. I feel as if I've been lying to the people I care about, because I've been acting so happy when I'm hurting so badly. THis poem is extremely important to me.