Teardrops run down
and fall from their nose,
they cry in dark corners
where nobody goes.
You can follow the tracks
from their eyes to their chin,
years upon years of letting them win.
Their eyes tell a story of anger and pain,
you think that they're happy
but just look again.
The scars of their past
written all over their mind
are road maps to places
that no one can find.
Their smile is now painted,
they're a master of disguise,
and you can see it all
just look in their eyes. 
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