I bleed inside, behind a smile it hides.
When any ask, I say I’m fine.
Misery is my companion, I revel in her company.
But anymore she’s all there is for me.
I smile, I laugh, I keep everyone guessing.
They look at me, and think I’m counting blessings.
Yet the pain in my eyes, many would deny.
And if asked, I’ll say, I’m perfectly okay.

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