Don’t judge me by my appearance I’m not all that I seem I stand strong- Holding back the tears… Hiding the pain… I smile- To hide my problems… To make you think that everything’s ok… I laugh- To prevent the tears from showing… To make me feel alive… On the inside, I try to hide in the shelter of a dark corner Screaming to let out all my fears… Screaming to anyone who will listen… I escape the pain by wearing a mask A mask that disguises deformities… A mask that makes the outside beautiful… When on the inside… I’m dying…Birth sign: Scorpio
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