I hide behind a smile
pretend everything is fine.
I hide behind a wall
hoping no-one will call.
I hide behind the pain
I know their is nothing to gain.
I hide behind the door
I sat there crying on the floor.
I hide behind my mask
and if anyone should ask.
Why are you hiding?
I would say:
I guess I'm good at hiding from knowing me at all.
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