Behind the Beauty


There are streams falling down my face 

Red eyes, crumbled tissues

Hard to get the words out of my mouth.

I'm speechless, I could not speak

I type word after word, trying to explain why I feel this way.

Is it my fault? It is.

Is it serious? It is.

It's hard to be happy. 

Feeling gray and blue there without the vibrant colors.

I stand behind the beauty because there is a madness.

Not all happy people are ok.

Not everyone is ok. 

Theres always madness, behind the beauty. 

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