If I hide beneath my quilt,
Maybe it will go.
If I bury under sheets,
Nobody here will know.
If I smile and wave my hand,
It'll be just like I'm fine,
If I laugh along with you,
It'll be as if I shine.
But if I try for way too long,
To please you before myself,
I will shatter, like a glass,
Put on the highest shelf.
I'll wither like a dying flower,
Snow rest in a snow dome,
Because when I pretend to you,
I just don't know what's 'home'.
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