I laugh, I smile;
present a happy profile.
You think I’m of good cheer.
But I cry, I envy;
and I get angry.
You never see a single tear—

—when you don’t look for me.
You don’t know what it took for me
to keep standing up
after every hiccup,
to keep going through the motions,
while pretending I’ve no negative emotions.

What goes on behind the curtain
(whether I’m angry or hurtin’)
stays behind for certain.
It’s only a mask you see,
but that ain’t truly me;
I am hidden from your reality.


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