The laughter rings in my ears.
The smile is pasted on my face,
forever real and forever fake.
I know that you think that I don't see,
that I don't know,
that I don't understand,
but I do.
I see how easily replaced I am,
I know how someone else can slide into my spot,
I understand that they are more welcome,
So while the laughter rings in my ears,
while the smile stays plastered on my face,
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