Snowed In
You're heart is like a Snow Day,An avalanche of guilt,
You smile, you dance, you shake the hands
When it's all just a blanket of silt
A lie, an excuse, a coper
To deal with all that hurt
You laugh to show you're white as snow,
but underneath that is dirt
And what of that of friendship
The coal beats inside your chest
You're crying inside, smiling with pride,
It's obvious you're content with 'depressed.'
The snow flows over in blankets
And hardens in sheets of ice
Calling for help, below the snow shelf
A helpless weeps and cries
So burry out of whiteness,
Of joyfulness and charm,
From beauty and wit, for they don't mean (spit?)
If it's only there to cause some harm
A fraudulent face of familiarity
The sweetness of goodness and nice
So just be your self, go find some help
And actually go break the ice
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