Faking It Poem by ezzabell fanning
Faking It
walking around smiling
an act perfected through the years
laughing and playing
a perfect stunt.
my cheeks salty
but not seen
a secret i keep to myself
feeling up the bottled pain.
a sincere; fine; when asked
lying second nature
a nod of confirmation
hiding the aching heart.
one glance one smile
cant you tell im hurting?
one laugh
cant you tell im bluffing?
my heart screams and no one knows.
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