If you look at me you’ll see,

I’m as happy as can be.

If you look inside my mind,

Something else, I’m sure you’ll find.

Superficial happiness,

Covers up a nasty mess.

I’ve been damaged, hurt, you see.

The pain I’ve lived, is part of me.

I live with myself every day.

I wish there were another way.

Beneath the hurt and pain, I know,

Are seeds that just may help me grow.

There’s a loveliness I see,

In the world and in me,

but the loveliness I know,

Is not the happy me I show.


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