Just ’cause I’m not broken
doesn’t mean I’m not breaking;
my smile is a token
of all that I am faking.

I hold my tears back
to muffle the pain,
but inside they attack
like an April rain.

I speak of it to none,
for the past has taught me true
that when you trust someone
they can and will hurt you.

And so I laugh and play and please,
desperate to hide this dread disease.

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