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I hide behind what you see,

A smile is the mask I wear,

My facade of apparent happiness,

Put in place to hide despair.

The years roll swiftly by me,

As the embers of my soul turn to ash,

Unable to add more fuel of hope,

For a bleak existance has emptied my cache.

Bullied throught my entire life,

My mother stolen from me twice,

Pushed aside to be forgotten or used,

Many times tempted by deaths entice.

Hiding my crumbling and broken self,

My facade of happiness hides despair,

As I live my life while falling apart,

A smile is the mask I wear.