who are we when no one is watching?
as for me,
does my bubbly facade fall?
is it a facade or is it true,
do i cry in my room tears that stain my pillowcase
from nights late with anguish
or do i smile to myself thinking of you?
maybe i would, if i had anyone to think about
no, rather i lay on my bed and stare up at my ceiling,
wondering questioning
thinking
why can no one seem to love me properly?
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