I carry pain every where I go.
This is my weakness you'll never know.
I cover my smile so you can't see what I need.
I cover my heart, before it starts to bleed.
I hide behind this mask of sorrow.
Hoping maybe someday, there is no tomorrow.
When people see me, they laugh and walk away.
I was just hoping for one stranger to notice my pain, and maybe would want to stay.
Now that you know what my story is about.
I am looking at you to leaving without a doubt.
Every one has skeletons in their closet is what you say.
For once someone had felt my pain, and maybe today I will be okay.
But tomorrow is another day,
Another reason to not want to stay.
©terrylin53
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