I may smile a lot
I may laugh out loud
I may crack some jokes
But deep inside I’m lonelier than you think.
I can act as if I’m fine
I can do my normal routine
I can let others believe that I’m still thinking normally
But who would care to know what’s going on in me?
I want to crash everything I hold
I want to be bumped by a car
I want to scream my lungs out
But all these, I can’t do.
Everything’s but an illusion.
I have no outlet for my emotions.
It’s all locked inside of me.
I don’t know until when I can hold this.
I think I’m already turning psychotic.
It just keeps getting back.
I simply can’t get over these things in me.
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