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Hiding
On the outside, I look happy, as if everything is perfect. My smile, it makes it seem as if nothing in my life was wrong. You hear me laugh. You think happiness. My eyes, they look peaceful, soft. When I speak, you simply hear words. If you look deeper you can see that my smile is fake, then a frown will appear. My laugh, if you listen carefully, you'll hear a cry waiting to come out. And if you look deep enough into my eyes, you'll see sadness, tears shedding rapidly down my cheeks. If you listen beyond my words, you'll hear the helpless cries of fear creeping through my words. You see me as a cheerful young lady. But if you look harder, you can see I'm a miserable, helpless child. I hide it because I want to believe my life is perfect. I can only pretend for so long until I start to hurt again. I can't pretend forever, though. One day, I will eventually break-- my sanity lost, my heart shattered, my existence gone.[/font]
Published 6th Apr 2010
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