Another Lie.

I fill my life,

with worthless stuff,

knowing full well,

it's never enough.

others seem happy,

so why can't I?

I fill my lungs,

with another lie.

swallow the grief,

and tell them I'm fine. 

choke back the tears,

but on a smile.

and yes, it does last,

but only a while.

maybe an hour,

maybe a day.

before the mask,

becomes all too fake.

it never lasts,

when you're always in pain.

blow out the candles,

slice up the cake.

but I don't know my limits.

how much more can I take?


This poem is about: 
My family


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