Your smile to me is haunting,

It isn't forced in any way,

Your natural laugh is taunting,

But I cannot fake a smirk today.

Your very presence is painful,

Your stare is piercing and deep,

And my hiding away is shameful,

But my defense is what I need to keep.

So even though my heart is burning,

I'll try so hard not to leave,

But when under the scrutiny of you always concerning,

It's no longer second nature to breathe.

So I'll grit my teeth,

And put up with the hell,

And bask in my envy--

Of how happiness suites you so well.

The End

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