Flying on Broken Wings: a collection of poetry #Wattys2016

Experience

  She hides it very well,
behind that forced smile.
Even when it hurts like hell,
she just laughs and walks away.
There have been many days,
When she's had it up to here.
And just can't take it anymore,
and just wanted to disappear.
Deep down she hated herself for it,
she called herself weak.
She would say that she deserved it,
you could hear it when ever she would speak.
But now she's learning to live with her insecurities.
Her smiles are genuine.
I learned to get over it,
I finally learned to say,
"It's not my fault I'm this way."