i wish they understood,
the stress and emotions that it took
when they stare and judge
all the time looking only for just that one.
but i wish they understood,
all the troubles that i took
my armour doesn't look new
my scars and bullet holes freshly new.
but they don't see
all the arrows embedded in me
the constant PTSD
only want my undying attention
tearing me in all directions.
i wish they understood
the smile is only half of me
the lost soul sold everything,
but they don't see
all the pain it took me
just to stand there in front of them
hoping only for the end.
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Anthology
RandomPoems written by me. Be it sad, happy or anything in between all these poems tells a small story about me. A friend told me once to write down all the feelings that I cannot say out loud.
