i dont show how i feel i am always quite, i am always alone, i suffer alone, the last time i let someone in they only left a bigger hole…..i pretend to be happy, i pretend to be good, i pretend i dont cut, which just makes want to cry….i dont feel nice today, i feel like an ice on this day, all i have to say, is that i am going away
Pretend
Hiding behind the Smiles
Faces and Clowns
Laughs and Fun
I am so Tired of this
I am so Tired of this
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Pretending everything is alright
That there is no pain at all
Should I tell Them?
Should They know
That the Pain in my Heart
Is Killing my Mind and Soul?
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Should I end this Pain?
Could I kill my self?Â
Who will know?
Who would care?
Who can help me?
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for all that i can say is that is one of the poems that i wrote without thinking….
Masks – I know them very well. I was wearing one for big part of my life. Still I wear one. It’s that of I’m OK, I’m normal, average person who has a life like you. But that’s not true. I learned to wear that mask because a real me was a target for mockery and people couldn’t understand me. With that mask everything is easier. People have no questions and they are less annoying.