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She leaves the house and puts on a mask of happiness and glee.

This is her or at least the one that everyone sees.

They have no clue what she feels.

They're all sitting back on their heels.

Thinking nothing is wrong.

She knows she doesn't belong.

But she doesn't say much.

Even when she's stuck in a clutch

She pushes her way through life

Even though some days she wants the knife.

*any ideas on a title... im worse at making titles then i am at writing*