Faking, holding everything in, is something I do best.
I fake a smile, hide the pain and go about my day. I act like everything is perfect and I couldn't be happier.
I can fake my feelings so well, even my friends can't tell. They believe the smile on my face.
I fake my way past my family. I can't let on how much I'm dying inside.
Faking a strong facade, when I'm crumbling more everyday.
One day my faking will fail me, and my facade will come down, leaving me to no longer be able to fake the happiness, I so long to feel.
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Strength From Pain
PoetryA collection of poems from a young girl's heart about her struggles and how she found out how strong she really is.
