The smiles are fake,
The laughter isn’t real,
The happiness is gone,
I feel so dead.
I laugh and smile,
And you believe it,
But she doesn’t,
She can see that I’ve become plastic.
I want you to see me for who I really am,
Not that fake little bitch I’ve become,
But for what you’ve really done to me,
Broken.
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