Those salty bitter tears
Come form my many fears
A fear of not being good enough
And the expectation to be treated rough
Of those times when no one is there
Someone telling they don’t care
Care about how I feel
How there is no way without a will
To continue to produce a fake smile
And how it will only be there for a little while
Now that my tears have stopped
And all of my pride has been dropped
I will hold my head up high
Hold in the urge to cry…
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