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Facade
I see you still.
The face you showed the world
I never did enjoy.
Such sweetness, kindness,
Love was not for me.
Resentment, anger, malice
Was my lot.
Forced upon you from my hour of birth
I should have been a boy.
I hear you still.
Vitriolic words pour from your lips.
I cringe, awaiting violence
Saved only by the trill
Of sweet interruption
As the world calls for you.
They hear your sweetness,
Never guessing at the bile
That lies beneath the surface of your smile.
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