The surface 

Our minds are racing faster than a gazelle 

So many thoughts, most we’ll never tell 

On the surface you cannot see 
Nothing is as it appears 

Not our hopes, not our dreams 

Not our lives or our fears 

Sometimes we don’t cry when we should be shedding tears 
Bottle our emotions and send them away

We radiate perfection, we smile outwardly 

The surface is clean, but it is not pure 

Underneath our minds are at war

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