everydayproblems
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Inhale...exhale.
And then there's nothing.
That same nothing that lies
within our awkward silences.
That same nothing that keeps our defenses up.
The same nothing that was there
I look around and everywhere I see,
Happy couples looking back at me
Why cant I be happy as they seem to be
Instead I have to put on a fake smile for everyone to see,
And believe that there is nothing wrong with me
Eyes speak no lies,
unlike the lips in falsely
upturned lines
curved like spiders
weaving truth out
of a script from the
mind; it lies
Those eyes reveal sadness
