Poker Face

I appear happy, but sometimes I am anything but.

I feel like a misfit, a mutt.

I don’t belong anywhere but the place I left behind; at least there I could shine.

I hate having to pretend, put on a poker face.

But sometimes, that’s how I fake it until I make it.

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