I hold my tears in a jar,
enough tears have been spilt,
not it's time to let go,
not it's time to pour them out,
sadness has changed me,
dispair has shaped me,
happiness is only my cover,
a wall I can hide myself behind,
so what's between them?,
is it a lie?,
or may it be the truth with a twist,
is it a question that cannot be answered?,
maybe it is my purgatory,
it's a place where you're judged,
and chosen for either heaven or hell,
a part of me will go to heaven,
while my other part will go to hell,
is this possible?,
I'm like a superhero of evil.
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Poetry: The Truth Of My Heart And My Mind
PoetryThis poetry is written from the bottom of my heart, I try to put a lot of emotion into it and some of it is written from personal experiences, mostly the sad ones. There's one called "I'am Bipolar", which means a lot to me as Demi Lovato was diagn...
