The smile that gleams across my face
My resistance for help
My denial of being his disgrace
And my acceptance of his yells
It's all a part of my strong facade
As it slowly breaks before your eyes

My ripped jeans reflect my soul
My little dress
Hides the omnipresent hole
And hides my life's mess
It's all a part of my weak facade
As it breaks before your eyes

It's falling down
The walls are diminishing
My emotions and tears are how I drown
The truth is emerging
It's nonexistent; my facade
It's only a child before your eyes

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