I wonder if they know I'm broken in the inside. What they see on the outside is a smile and bright eyes. But none of them have taken a chance to discover the dysfunctional system that lives inside. They're so blinded by my mask, they can't realize I'm already dead inside. Every morning I wake up and twist the invisible key embedded into my hack in hopes my time won't run out during the day. No one has ever asked me if I felt alive, but if they did I'd say I died a long time ago. I've tried finding the cure like the ones in princess movies where the beautiful girl is awaken by a passionate kiss from a handsome prince and they live happily ever after... but I'm no princess. I'm a toy soldier living on emotionless minutes filled with envy and hate. I'm a broken doll that collects dust in the back of the closet. But I can keep pretending. I can pretend that nothing is wrong and continue smiling the way I rehearsed it. I can pretend that I glued the pieces together and pretend I'm still whole. And you... you can continue to ignore that I'm broken.
-Bella
Will anyone believe in me? ♥
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A Collection of My Mind
PoetryMy mind is too complex to be told in 2000 words or less. Step into the insanity and breath in my world, because once your in, you'll never find a way out.
