Behind my glasses (WIP)

Behind My Glasses

Behind my glasses you can not see the red dried out eyes from crying
You can not see the redness of my skin from rubbing the tears away
Behind my glasses my sorrow is hidden

In front of my glasses I show a strong face
I look like I have it together
I comfort others with warm eyes

Behind my glasses I have fallen apart

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