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Be Still

I fake a smile 
So no one sees
The hurt and pain 
That’s killing me
Theres no one to tell 
No one to confide
I think I’ll just stay here
Ball up and hide


Thin 
Close to breaking
Fading smiles
I’m faking
They begin to crack
And underneath
My fear 
And silent 
Screaming teeth


Demons 
Under the fasade of me
Shadows
In the heart of me
The pain is mine
Slowly it kills
I just want to stay here 
And be really still
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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October 16, 2008 at 1:43 PM
The emotion comes through your words in this one. Keep the faith and things will get better. Keep on writing. Best wishes. Karen
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