The tears that stream down my face
Are raw.
The happiness I portray is collapsing.
Just like my mind collapses with devil thoughts
Failing to allow me to breathe.
I see so much pain
So much sadness
In that face.
However it is painted so well even tears
Take a lot to drain
Slowly smuggling away.
Revealing true
Eyes.
The eyes which only gets faced with a mirror
Eyes which show the real human being.
The eyes which show a real illusion.
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Author's Notes: To keep you on your feet, and cos I'm not feeling well (yep, I'm repeating that lol!) I am doing some preamble rather than postamble. I do not apologise for the clickbaity type title and subtitle. This is another Abecedarian that's been lying around digitally in my WIP/down the back of the digital sofa for way too long. So out into the world it goes.
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