Its like no matter what I do
Its not making a difference.
No matter how hard I try
It'll never be enough.
Even if I tried to fight this war,
Nothing would work.
Its you versus me-
and every person you seem
to call your friend.
But guess what?
I don't see them asking if your okay,
are you hurt,
whats wrong,
or even how are you?
And here I am all alone
not a clue of whats going on.
But thats okay,
Because I know in the end
you'll tell me-
once I get past that barrier
that you always seem to keep locked up.
You know, its hard to find the real you
when all you do is plaster that
fake smile upon that face of yours
and pretend everythings fine.
But really; it isn't.
YOU ARE READING
the way of life ; poems
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