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What do I do to myself?
Where do I soak my tears?
I carry a plastic smile on my face,
And always say "Who cares"!!!

I have buried the concern in my tone,
I have concealed my brow's turn,
But yet I am anxious,
If anyone would even notice, when I am gone.

There is a hole that is dug too deep,
There is a void that pushes me in too steep,
And what do I do to this face,
That is a picture of all these.

I get up as if I would never fall,
Then I fall as if I wouldn't be able to get up,
But where do I find this strength,
To get up again after this fall.

And then I say to myself,
Why shouldn't I soak my tears,
Why shouldn't I wear a smile,
To give a fist to who wants me in tears,
To give peace to who wants me to smile.... :)