When you try so hard to be perfect,
And you fall right through the cracks,
When you try so hard to hide the pain,
But the tears keep leaving tracks.
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When you try so hard to not be you,
And you very nearly succeed,
When you try so hard to hold your heart,
To stifle the ache and need.
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The world is cold, it’s a cruel place,
And you have no one but yourself,
You’re just a page, in an ancient book,
On a lonely, dusty, shelf.
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People may look, but they always find,
The thing that they want to see,
So they may hear your voice, it’s true,
But they won’t hear the wounded plea.
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You have to understand the people,
All so very shallow indeed,
They’ll attempt to make you better,
Just so they don’t have to watch you bleed.
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So while your soul is shattered,
And your heart doubly broken,
You’ll hide behind a facade of smiles,
And of words that are happily spoken.
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Dark Poetry for Dark People
PoetryIt's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.