A. Roxanne McLeod
We just fake a smile,
Store the pain away into a file.
Don't let it show you feel.
Or your heart someone might capture, in a cage of steel.
Pretend you're ecstatic, where you are.
Despair's really not that far.
Happiness is like misery,
That's our theory.
So in our sorrow,
We are actually joyful to the marrow..
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