They made those dents in you,
Without a second thought,
That is how they reach the top.
It will take an eternity for you to beat those dents out,
You carry them around,
They make you frown,
Drag you down,
You wish you had more self-control.
Your heart is battered and bruised,
Though you hide behind a facade of happiness,
It is hard to endure,
This pretend you,
Everyone believes this side of you to be true,
Who are you to tell them the truth?
Though if they really looked at you,
Into those dark eyes,
Especially when you smile,
They would see you have had your soul broken,
So many times,
You have lost count,
The sadness in you,
Is fuelled by all that is lacking in you.
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