When I smile at you
It's a half hearted sort of thing.
I wouldn't let you see the emptiness
i hide behind that grin.
When I shrug, as if it doesn't matter
Thats what you want to see
You don't stay to witness my inner battle
As I quash all emotion within me.
And as I step outside
there is no spring in my step
re-learn to walk through my disguise;
one foot and then the next.
So when I laugh so blasΓ©
a little bit of me dies
It consumes every waking moment,
the pain i have to hide.
Artificial. Fabricated.
Why can't we let our feeling out?
Lonely and Isolated.
A whispered prayer, a silent shout...
...And when I'm silent
It's a quiet but passionate plea
for a hug, a word, an "It'll be OK,"
It would mean the world to me.
Yet every time i walk out that door
I put on my smiling armour
I cried so long that I have drained
My hearts love and happiness with the pain.
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