id have you know that beneath my painted smile
is a thousand cries for help.
beneath my searching eyes.
are a million tears
ive never cried.
beneath this perfectly intact skin
im broken apart
deep within.
beneath this listening ear.
linger the lies.
i dont want to remeber
and beneath my laugh.
are screams that will never meet your ears.
wont even come close,
beneathe the false happiness.
lies the sadness.
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