I face the world with a smile, no one knows whats hid inside
they see happiness, They cant see all the tears I cried
When I'm alone I hurt, I hide so no one knows the real me
I try to fit in, for a while I do, But I slip out and run before they see
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A lot of pain and anger here. A lot of hurt and self loathing as well. Depression. A terrible state of affairs. An absence of love. It dominates this poem or writing. My best wishes for the writer. Keep hope alive. GW62