The smiles he fakes

You see the jokes he makes,
And the smiles he fakes.
But every day he wakes,
Hoping not to break.

You feel the laughter made,
And that sound he hates.
But every day he’s too late,
To catch the hope that fades.

You don’t hear the tears he cries,
Because he's great at telling lies.
But the harder he tries,
The more he slowly dies.

He sees the darkest nights,
He fears the brightest light.
Cause there he can’t hide,
From the monsters inside.

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