The Truth
The Truth
Words cut deep
deeper than any blade,
Yet I smile,
laughing at the things you say.
You do not see,
never knowing the real me,
I see the truth,
that which is better left hidden.
Just one question to ask,
why are we friends?
The reason that you tell,
because you care for me.
But that is a lie,
you care for the picture I present,
the false smiles,
and hollow laughs,
but this is the truth I keep.
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