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.
About the Creator
Mary Louise
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