Look at me
I swear I'm trying
But after three years
I'm tired of smiling
"Why didn't you speak sooner?"
But I did, you never listened
I was hurting all along, yet
"You're fine," you insisted
But I guess I'm not
And I know it disappoints you
That I can't truly be happy
Even though I really want to
Please, try to understand:
I just can't
YOU ARE READING
The Mixed Bag
PoetryMixed Bag - Something that has both good and bad parts. This is my mixed bag of poetry from the mixed bag that is my mind. Highest Ranking: #415 in Poetry [May contain dark content. Read at own risk.]
