We wear the smiles so well.
Our eyes are dipped in water to keep them bright.
We the strong ones need to keep up a good front.
I am torn inside and breaking.
But the faces we wear to show that we are fine, that we are Okay are many.
We wear the pride of being able and capable so well, they never know.
Know that just in the corner of our eyes tears are ready to fall.
I am torn inside and breaking.
But the faces we wear to show that we are fine, that we are Okay are many.
We fight our battles alone because our pride is our jewel.
Never to show that we can fail/fall/feel/form.
I am torn inside and breaking.
But the faces we wear to show that we are fine, that we are Okay are many.
One day our faces will fall off, will we be able to recognise ourselves?
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No we won’t… But by then, we shall have given into the lie that it is too late…