Poem: Cycle of Lies
I smile but
less and less.
and it doesn't reach
my eyes.
I laugh but
it sounds hollow
with not much truth
within it.
I love but
it is more of a habit
and an obligation
than anything true.
I cry but
only when I am alone
away from ignorant eyes
and only deeply inside
so the smile can hide it.
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