I live in a world,
Where the plastered on fake smile,
And the forced false laughs,
Are my reality.
It's a cold place to be,
Living under piles of your own lies.
Though as I am saying that,
It's my reality,
And I do not have a choice.
I lost my choices,
Far too long ago,
For them to even matter now.
But this is my reality,
And I will have to accept it,
With not one question asked.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
