No it's not what they call me,
It's what I call myself.
To stop smiling.
That each and everyone,
Will turn away from me,
If I show them how I really am,
The bit I hate to love.
I put on each day,
The tough guy thing,
that I don't care what the rest of the world thinks,
Thats not who I am
Each time I decline,
Going out, for some small reason,
While I just don't want,
To have to deal with everyone else.
Always looking over my shoulder,
For that time when you stop laughing with me,
And start laughing at me.
One day it's going to get out, My facade is not who I am,
Society, who bases so much on being strong of body and mind,
I pray that when I come clean,
I'll still be able to laugh.
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