Munchhausen victim

Trying to be bright and happy is a hard thing to do

When you are ill and ailing and feeling very blue

I put a smile on my face for all the world to see

How my smiles lie to you, you have no idea you see

I learned to lie awhile ago about how I truly feel

Because if I didn’t do it, I would be stricken ill

You don’t understand the metaphors or words I am using here

And I don’t expect you all to; you’re all such lovely dears

So I leave it all to the imagination and a clue is in the title

It is a representation of my past, something you should know it’s vital

So now I will end my poem, opening up your minds

I hope you get the message; getting someone’s understanding is hard to find

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