Every Day, The Face Is Different-
A Different Color, A Different Disguise.
But The Sadness Is Always Given Away
By The Black Rimmed Eyes-
Sometimes Glassy From Self Medication.
Everything They Look At,
Searching For Perfection.
Wide When In A Manic State,
Heavy When They Realize How Much
Is On Life's Plate.
The Color Painted Over Them
Changes By The Day.
But The Pale, Sad Green
Tells Everyone She's Not Okay.
theanswerswrittenonmyheart.
nowifonlysomeonecoulddeceiferthecode.
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