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Watchful Eyes

I face the world with a SMILE; no one knows what is hid inside. They see only happiness, can’t see the tears I've cried When I am alone I HURT, because here I do it well. In front of all the watchful eyes my HEAVEN turns to HELL. The judge and jury awaits me, everyone has a say. In a life that hangs suspended for yet another day. Who are they to judge if what I have done is right or WRONG? Why do they stare? Trying to look concerned about what happens to me, **** YOU….. They say that life goes on and someday I'll SMILE again. But, how do they know my pain without being where I've been? I'm trapped, stuck under earth, so **** what you THINK I Deserve... I've been DEAD since BIRTH..

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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