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I have been scared. I have been sad

And I could confide in no one.

"Friends" do not want to hear of course;

They merely want me to be fun -



That is, to lift their own spirits

From their own deep and weary cares.

As I am able to do this

I do; all take but no one shares.



It's lonely when I have troubles,

As I have to bear them alone -

And sometimes it's too much for me-

But you don't have to hear me moan.



Only my pillow gets all that -

Although perhaps One other hears -

As the material absorbs

My broken sobs and my hot tears.



And then, a brave mask I put on

To face the word that's around me.

No one knows I sorrow and grieve

Nor that deep woes do surround me.