Fake. Poem by Alyson Embret

Fake.



When she's alone she sits in a deep depression.
With her friends she seems so happy, but
it's just a front. She is Fying slowly on the inside.
No one saw it coming, until it was too late.
Now she's gone and she no longer needs to fake her happiness.

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