I have become so good
At pretending to be happy,
That I can’t tell that it’s fake anymore.
There are times that I can
Actually fool myself to think
That I can forget the truth inside me.
I can show a smile.
I can even share a giggle.
But those can’t fix the void I feel inside.
Inside, I am empty,
A hollow of my former self;
Plenty of room for words to bounce around.
I don’t have a purpose.
I’m not worth anything at all.
I will never be good enough to feel
Like life is worth living.
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