Smiling threw
The cursed
Pain,
Yet crying threw
The unseen
Darkness.
She has always had
To pretend
And to lie,
For she knows
That people
Can't handle
The truth.
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PoetryDon't forget to switch off the lights, I prefer the darkness to that false illumination. Here I can lay, Here I can cry, and here is the place where - each night - I can die.
Lying truthfully
Smiling threw
The cursed
Pain,
Yet crying threw
The unseen
Darkness.
She has always had
To pretend
And to lie,
For she knows
That people
Can't handle
The truth.
