Everyday I put on a mask'
it hurts to know people believe it
it hurts to think they don't know me
They think i'm happy but I feel heartbroken
They tease me and wonder how I take it with a straight face.
Call me a psychopath and I smile.
It is a wonder I don't self harm.
Every time I look on from the distance
trapped beneath layers of fake skin.
shivering with sadness from within
hopeless yet cannot cry out to someone
I can cry myself to sleep
I can try to soothe myself but
what happens when people think you weirder
because the thing that keeps you sane
is something they don't understand.
Something they can't comprehend
How they can't fathom the depths
of my love for Korea.
How just hearing the name gives me a glow
how I step out of my shell
How I can behave like a person
How I can fangirl and do the things others do.
But after that short moment.
How it goes away so quickly
and I am drawn to the real world.
That leaves me longing for Korea.
Longing for warmth, for love.
My shell looms again towering over my bravery
I have to go now
See you next Korea.
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Anthology Of Precious- Poems♡♡
Teen FictionLove, hate, sadness, joy. I wrote a lot of poems, at first i wasn't really a poem person, now i write it quite often actually. They are weird in my special way but the overall message is deep and very relevant and ecologically valid. I do write ran...
