Poem: Written on Razor Edge

If it wasn’t for the pretending
She’d never smile at all
Fear of causing discontent 
Keeps her hiding from the world 
Her eyes still tell a story
That no one cares to read anymore
She writes her pain on razors edge
Marking her anguish 
Where no one else sees
To keep up the charade
Of a happy marionette 
Slowly cutting her own strings 

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