Blending In

They will never see the real me,


I walk with a plastered smile,


I try to let my soul escape from the darkness at home,


A mother, who's not a mother,


And a father, who's not a father


I act as one of them


They don't know the diffrence.


sometimes it is eaiser to hide behind the curtain,


rather than to explain to everyone the heart breaks that I encounter.

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