By: Uthman Azeez A.
Smile was the coverage
Mask was the leverage
They thought it was mine, the little smile I'm wearing is on mortgage
To whom do I tell my misery
When with theirs, it's well hidden, its mystery
It's not a fake
Because it's just an ache
Cloth covering the shabby skin
An astonishing face with the body of an obvious bin
Human I'm truly, but sadness makes its life in me like a living being
Who do I tell and yell to my worries; others will shout that "it all happens to living things"
Tears beneath the face
Beyond one, it's taking the brace
Transforming in level and winning my every phase
When just a normal life with balance smile is all I chase
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