June 7th, 2017
I’m trapped in my mind
It’s not a great place
You might think I’m happy
Because I lie through my face
I can’t think clearly
I have a disease
I fake being happy
And do as you please
You did this to me
You made me this way
You might be my mother
But I’m not for display
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Published by Karissa Doll-Urban
Karissa Urban (previously known as Karissa Doll) is an extroverted introvert who lives each day with a smile and a sense of humor. Her hobbies include reading/writing poetry, networking, computer games, and astrology.
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