Going out face

by Cries at Night   Dec 10, 2005


I walk along quickly, a brisk cheerful pace,
And people smile back at my going out face.
They don't know the problems, the wrong within,
The muddle my life's in, just where to begin.
So next time you see me in a quiet place,

You'll be seeing my going out face.

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