A smile?

I'm the kid you see who is always smiling. But the smile is just a mask to hide what I really feel. I joke and make you laugh so you assume I'm fine. But I'm not. You see how no matter what I'm care free and how nothing bothers me. But that's a lie. What you don't see is how when I get home I run to my room and cry. You don't see how my treats me. you don't see the scars all over my body. I wish you would open your eyes. And ask me is everything okay. So I can say no it's not. And maybe you will help when I tell you how I cry, cut myself, and how my mom calls me worthless and tells me to kill myself. But you will never ask. Maybe I should end it all...

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