Why is it that they all say they are my friends
Only to wait for me to turn my back, so they can drive a knife into it
Why am I always lonely
Nobody ever wants to understand the real me, they only laugh when that part of me shines through
Why do I always have to hide
My tears hidden with fake smiles and forced laughter, nobody tries to see my pain
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A beautiful write. Keep it up.