I hide behind the smile. Cloaked in the guise of up turned corners. Slinking along the notes of laughter and exposed in the sobs of mourners.
I whisper softly to you in the shadows. Only to remind you of your shortcomings. The quiver of your doubtful words delight. While their meanings become numbing.
You can talk about your troubles, while another takes notes. Get analyzed, pieced back together, and probed. Try to put me away in some brain cell. While you pretend that all is well.
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Christopher Foster
I was born on May 16, 1988. I’ve started several stories that will probably never be published. I enjoy painting and playing music. I’m married to an amazing woman and I am thankful for her and her constant support in my endeavors.
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