Crying throughout the night
Screams in between dreams
Laughter’s slow to come
And life is just so hard
I see all the faces
But mine remains placid
No more feelings
No more emotions
Everything is blank
There are no smiles
There are no jokes
Only the fake person
That I have become
All my fake emotions
Make me sick
All my fake actions
Make me feel like a puppet
I want to be different
I wish I could change
But how many friends
Will I have
If I just become me.
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