This Face Of Happiness
I have to put onthis face of happiness
everytime your around.
I act like i'm happy
with how things are.
But the truth is
this face of happiness
is just a face.
If you could see me
upstairs all alone in my room
you could see
that tears are in my eyes
and blood is on my wrists.
I scream
I cry
I let myself go
only to wear my self out
and sleep.
But when I wake up
this face of happiness is back out
my tears have dried away
and on these wrists are only scars of the past
that you don't seem to care about.
Be happy with what I was
because you'll never know
what I will become.
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