I am in a terrible situation.
It tells upon me very hard.
My mind bears the brunt of it.
Worries pinch, bite and maul badly.
Not yet broken or torn
but I am getting fragile damn fast!
Cheeky hopes play hide and seek.
Flashy one is caught by bleak one!
I still wear smiles on a bit dented face.
I speak louder than ever before!
I never like to share such sad secrets.
Good ears hear and tears get aloud!
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