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They Don't Know YouHow can some say they know you
when they can't tell your real smile
from a fake one?
Your fake laugh that they think is real
isn't even close.
Your real laugh,
And smile are hidden deep inside.
A place no no one will ever find.
They can't see that while you're smiling on the outside,
You're slowly dying on the inside.
You're losing control of yourself.
You're being held together by a thread
And it's starting to unravel.
You can't hold on much longer.
They think they know you
When they know nothing at all.
How you feel.
How you want to feel.
What you're thinking.
What you want to be but never will be.
How can they say they know you
when they don't even know the half of it?
Not even close to knowing the whole you.
They can't tell if your happy or sad
because they don't know you.
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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