Black Book Of Poems.

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I lend everyone my ear,

But nobody my heart,

And I would like to change that,

But I don't know where to start,

I smile more to myself, 

Than the world will ever see,

Because the only time my smile is real,

Is in my own company, 

People don't know how I feel,

They never even ask,

It seems that, I have fooled them all, 

They can't see past my mask,

If they were with me late at night,

When the world is still asleep,

Maybe then I'd let them sort,

Through the secrets that I keep, 

But when I woke at 2am,

Nobody is ever there,

And I learnt that, why I hide my heart,

Is because no one really care.

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xoxo