Chyna Jade
Behind Smiles
You see a happy little child
With my face a look too mild
Listen to the meaning of my words
Does the tone shock you like stomping herds
And now my black eyes create fear
Blackness so wonderful and clear
You think where could be my sweet baby
And all the smiles I used to see
Behind that what just a body
No interest of life to get a hobby
How well I’ve hidden from you
Although I laugh doesn’t mean happiness is true
Yet you go back to ignoring my pain
Gone away for a giggle without a strain
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