If you find me in control, let me tell you I'm far from it.
If you see me smile, it's to disguise all the worry I face.
When you hear me laugh, it's a nervous tickle escaping.
When you feel me move, my soul is trying to break free.
Sometimes I am crushed, I may have let you in too soon.
Sometimes I hide in the dark, I wonder if you will save me.
Even if there is sun, dark clouds swirl around my eyes.
Even if it feels warm, I shiver at the coldness which slaps me.
So when you see me, smile and play those pretend games.
So when you leave, imagine that I'm the happy one who's fine.
-Marilen J. Sarian
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