the clock strikes noon,
laughing, and saying
that i need to give up soon.
i just want you to approve,
i slowly sink into a groove.
your eyes staring me down,
i put on a mask,
just like a clown.
wishing you to be glad,
turning your mood to happy,
from sad.
knowing i'll never be enough,
i'm too weak,
not near tough.
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