My ceiling knows the things I don't admit
I adorn my face with a rusted smile
I fill the silence with laughter, and the sound of birds
I've done a good job at keeping up appearances
But when she looks down, she sees right through me.
- Author: Claudia Paola (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 1st, 2023 12:50
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 2
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