For the benefit of others
I put on my mask
A pretty face
A happy smile
I am the picture of contentment
But on the inside
I crumble
Like a child's sandcastle
Built too close to the tide line
Slowly washed away
By the expectations of all
You'd never know
You never ask
You never think to bother
Monday, January 25, 2010
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