Nobody knows when my smile turns into a frown
or when my eyes no longer sparkle when I laugh.
Nobody knows when I no longer walk with my head up high
and bounce with every step I take.
Nobody knows that as weeks pass by I'm only getting weaker.
And tired
Of hearing the same excuses over and over again,
of broken promises.
of losing so much while I continue to give.
Doesn't anybody know that it drains me?
I guess they don't,
because nobody knows when my laugh is robotic
or when my words should be taken as more than a joke.
Nobody knows when my smile is fake.
I shouldn't even blame them
because sometimes I don't even know myself.
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Fading Away
General FictionLife is difficult, but isn't that what gives some people adrenaline once they wake up in the morning? Or have some people wishing they could stay forever asleep? Or makes some people live as robots deprived of any feelings? I guess everyone's life e...
