I laugh to hide my pain,
While you see the reflection of somebody else,
I see myself beneath every joke I make,
I see myself crumbling after every laughter,
I see myself feeling anxious after every cuss,
I see myself hiding behind a laughing face,
Cause what lies beneath is darker than what you think......
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Priyanka Bhushal
I write whenever I am depressed. It's my coping mechanism, an escape from the reality
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