Don't need money, their happiness is enough. Willing to give a part of me to keep their spirits up. Make them happy and fill them with glee then once the sunsets I unmask myself showing the true me.
Broken and drowning tears, haunted by the demons that followed for years. "Why not tell them how you feel?" having others pity me and worry so much isn't my appeal. Besides, their smiles are what I live for. Fulfilling their needs to make them happy is what I live for. There's nothing else more I could wish for.
For them I'll just hide it deep down inside where no one can find it and it'll be fine.
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I didn't know how to continue the poem so I just stopped at that last sentence. I hope you enjoy it.
©silentsoul
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