people hide behind a mask
hiding their pain is their only task
scared and forgotten they feel so alone
forced to live in a hell they have to call home
they keep a smile on their face
hatred and anger no one can place
people see and say they look fine,
but they feel like a broken line
their life is cold, empty, dead
full of broken thought others have said
these people are alone
on their own team
because people aren't always
what they may seem.
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