Stories weaved and spun Put together like sweet dreams And told in such loud voices So they drown out my screams Hurting high above the rest But hiding deep within my smile You want to know what's wrong? Well that could take a while. The empathetic enemy That I see in the mirror She tries to fix the world While shedding silent tears Her optimistic words Mixed with pessimistic fears, Build as she soaks in all the lies And tries to dry her tears She told me that she's broken That she doesn't want to lie But she can't ever bare to see When her friends start to cry The reflection spoke so loudly Though silence filled the room Then she began to smile It's her mask, and her tomb Tomb of lies and content She looked as happy as could be But she looked in my eyes and said "Don't you lie to me" Written by Jess Submitted by Jess

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