2 years ago
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You ask if I'm okay. I say I'm fine. But do you even really look? Look at the pain in my eyes? Or is my facade impenetrable? I guess I've mastered my mask. Hiding my feelings. Never saying what I need to say. The words run dry on my tongue. It's like a desert in need of a little rain. But the rain does not help the words. But leak from the eyes. Stream down the face. Just to be wiped away. I guess that's when my facade slips. When you can see passed. But can you learn to see the signs before the rain comes pouring down? -Kat, May 10, 2015
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This is so lovely and very relatable. Beautiful poem.
2 years ago·Reply
Thank you @skee292
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