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fake

a ton of stuffs on my head
every time i lie awake
every word i said
every smile i make
it's all fake
and till this date
i've been bearing all that hate
just for the sake
of showing that I'm okey
but hey!
I'm just a human being, i fall from grace
and i wan't to disappear without a trace
every now and then
but then again
i worry about the people i love
i don't want them to get disturbed
i am different so what?
i am the child that got lost in a mart
i have got a heart
i am smart
to some extent atleast
i am the one who got ditched
the wallflower, the last picked
the one who needed his clothes fixed
till late in the teens
but it seems
that i've grown now
and i've somehow
been able to handle the stress
handle the dark caress
of work, family, friends and emotions
yea those emotions that hones
and strikes me on my weakest days
but like i've said
i've learned to fake
a smile for the sake
of those i love, my world
but of course i break
i also have hate
but i don't show them
just because i'm strong enough to mow them
with a faint hope of happiness
and i'll leave my broken self back without a single trace
cause like i've said, i am a fake...
#batman(one of the strongest person i've met. been through so much shit but still manages to put a smile on her face like c has never been sad)
#awari (a strong girl who believes in breaking when c has time enough to breakdown and recover. u won't even know that she has actually broken down. a strong girl.... very strong girl. and one of the people i secretly admire a hell lot)\
#haku( yea i know that i am mentioning myself here but hey i have been pretty strong myself and i am a fake smiler too so i have a place here too.)
-yakaa: jujaan

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