stop looking at me.

i stood there.
like a mannequin;
like a fool
of perfection and happiness.

i stood there.
inside a black pool
of torture;
of emptiness, broken and torn.

i stood there.
blank smile;
fake laugh;
could they tell?

i stood there.
i played the game.
now collapse,
into the dark shell of comfort.

i stood there.
now leave me.

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