These endless days of smiling in front of faces
and crying as it morphs into walls of my room
doesn't make me feel like I am strong ,
ironically it saps away what little I have ,
It makes me sicks to act something I am not ,
sick to lie through the same teeth grunting in pain not minutes ago that everything is fine ,
sick like the stupid glitter paper i have wrapped myself in ,
And the confetti of niceties and sunshine I spew
Would blow away in the fast moving yet agonizingly slow moving time anytime ,
And they would all see the rot inside !

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