As I sit there and think. My brain goes 50000 miles an hour. All I want to do is shut down and not do anything; but I can't do that. I have to put a smile on my face and keep moving on. Everyone is asking how I am doing. If i say the truth, they will get scared away. All I hope is that someone will see past my mask. No one ever does. It happy or nothing. Why can't no one ever see how I am truly doing.
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Author:
Minion (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is my everyday life.
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