"Faking"
The scars In my heart
Are caused by my smiles
The happiness I force myself to have
Aches me deep inside.
My outside tells you what I want you to know
It defines what I want you to see
People are victims of the fraudster
Called my fake personality.
But it aches me every single time I try to fake things
It's like I cut myself to watch myself bleed
It's like my life is a tree and I lack the seed.
I need to accept myself
Instead of forcing happiness
I should actually try it
I should stop caging and start engaging.
That's the only way to find peace
That's the only source of freedom
But I have to wait for the scars to heal
Before my happiness reveal.
-soulpoet-
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