Sometimes

Sometimes I hide in the closet.
And sometimes I hide behind my pleasant small talk.

Sometimes I hide under the bed.
And sometimes I hide behind a smile, and hope my eyes can tell the lie.

Sometimes I hide beneath piles of stuffed animals.
And sometimes I hide behind the problems of other people.

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