Can anyone hear me, are my tears not seen,
Must I be ignored while they speak.
Their angry shouts silence my cries,
I’ll hide my pain in my little black box, locked away from human eyes.
This smile I have is false hope called joy,
Created by man to mask true feelings.
The key to that box threatens to turn,
Unleashing the secrets I’ve yet to relearn.
The time’s running short for my pain to be solved
But the help comes too late, too late to save me at all.
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