I, a dirty flightless crow,
Smile brightly at you so;
For I am pained to let you know
All the fears I cannot show.
I, a trembling crying mess,
Can but clean the way I dress;
For the heart that's in my chest
Is not for the world to test.
But here I am,
A lowly, lying sham.
Deep in the thoughts I swam,
As I drowned in life's scam.
©emily_cjw
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