I worried for your future.
Although I'm not sure that past tense represents what I sense.
I cried, I tried, but you kept everything on lockdown inside.I knew you were down. A frown plastered. Your gown remastered.
Hiding behind a smile.
I couldn't help but worry and fret, or else you'd forget,
what made living life worthwhile.You seemed blank. Something you beamed forced yourself to outrank
any proof I had of your gloom.
While depression raged below. You staged your own show.
In your wonderful handmade costume.You have talent. You have grace. A fake, sewn on face.
I worry your sadness remains.
Nothing is good. It must be redone. No time here for fun.
Success is your ball and chain.I would tell you to fight. That you'll be alright.
That this time you'll get through just fine.
You would shake your head. "It's no good" you said.
Your mood in a steady decline.You got along okay. And even to this day...
I worry for your mental state.
But I'm sure if I inquire. You'd turn back into that liar.
That says you're doing just great.
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