They say I am a smiler.
But underneath I cry.
They say I'm always happy.
But sometimes it's a lie.
They say 'Oh she's the brightest.'
I'm not, I only try.
They say 'I wish I was her.'
Kiss that wish goodbye.
They say I'm always happy.
The truth is, no I'm not.
They say 'you needn't try it.'
But I always give my shot.
They say I have it going.
But my gut says that's just rot.
They never even listen.
Just pretend they know the lot.
No matter what they all think,
What's underneath is true.
They all make assumptions,
None of which, thought through.
One days maybe they'll get it,
I'm not completely gold.
Or maybe I'll keep quiet,
And let those tracks get old.
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