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Personal (Melancholy) I pretend to have thick skin;
I force a smile to bury the pain.
I won't let you see
the effect of your criticisms.
But I'm only human.
I bruise when I fall down;
I bleed when I am cut.
My nervous laugh keeps me
from breaking apart.
Inside, I am hurting.
The weight of your words
is enough to tear me down.
I implode inside myself.
But I maintain my mask
until you walk away.
Then the quiet tears
expose me.
The wounds are too much
to bear internally.
After all, I'm only human.
The pain will kill me
if I don't release it.
