People think they have me figured out

That smiling, funny girl

Described as me

But that's the cover of I

I hide more underneath my skin than the anatomy books say is there

Tears saved till it's too much

Broken inside with no matience time scheleduled for cleanup


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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