The life we bury

The life we try to bury
The life we try to hide
It's sadly that we miss the most
But in actuality cannot abide

It’s the mask we often wear
It’s that face we often show
behind that smile lies disappointment
that the world may never know

In moments private it wanders free
but from this prison cannot liberate
behind bars it spends its life
alone, miserable, to wait, to wait...

The End

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