You’re playing a part.
Putting on a show.
Cause the real you
Is not someone they’d want to know.
And worn out.
A defeated man.
Untethered and flailing about.
The others don’t know you.
The facade and never see underneath.
They’re fooled by the smile on your face.
I don’t judge you
Because I know we’re all in pain.
Some of us bury it or fight to cope,
But for you it’s a dark, soaking rain.
You won’t let me in.
You’re too fragile, I know.
But I am here.
If you ever need to let it go.
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