The smile on my face masks the expressions I hold deep inside

There’s so much wound up in me, but I’ve got too much pride

I wear my heart on my sleeve and it’s hard to let go

My mind’s in another place, but you reap what you sow

My scars are evident but only to me

My wounds are painful but not everyone can see

I seldom speak; I keep my thoughts within

I shield myself from it all, I can’t relive these events

I talk a good talk, and my walk has a good bounce too

I lie with my disguises; it’s the only way to make it through

No one knows who I am, not even I

If I pick at these scabs, where does that leave me?

I am caught between my fate and my destiny.


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