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stephanie91

Cellblock D

On the days I\'m struggling on the inside
I keep it to myself, my thoughts I hide
I do what is easy and put on my mask
Just so nobody will turn and ask
How I am or how I\'m feeling
And set my mind whirling and reeling 
For if just once the words come out
I fear I\'ll start to scream and shout
Or become unhinged and lose the plot
And a display like that isn\'t easily forgot
Once I\'m seen for what I really am
The facade I\'ve built will be a sham
People will think differently of me
I\'ll be an object of their pity
So for now I\'m stuck in this mental hell
A lonely prisoner in my my silent cell.