You don’t know me,
you’re not even close.
You see that I’m happy,
But that’s what I show.
Yes, I’m smiling
But I am tearing up inside.
Yes, I’m laughing
You can’t see the tears I’ve cried.
You think , you like me
You are so wrong
You like the picture you’ve painted,
where I look strong.
My eyes, they water
I don’t really cry
My heart, yes , it beats
My hopes, they have died.
Yes, I’m alive
But I don’t really live,
You might think I wake up,
when I don’t really sleep.
I wait for the day
when this will come to an end
I wish I could talk to someone
well, I don’t have a friend.
3 comments
you can talk to me
i don’t know if i want to talk about it..i have given up trying to explain people what i feel..thats why i write it in a form of poem that is easier than giving reasons..but thanks alot for asking..:)
youre most welcome, im here if ever you need me