All the times I said,
"I'm Fine,"
"I'm good,"
Hell, even when I said,
"I am happy."
I spoke an almost twisted lie,
Bringing the people who I trust,
Into my false front of self security.
I walk around,
Hiding how I feel from everyone,
Even those I care for so deeply.
One is already broken,
Another doesn't trust any of us,
One is partially aware,
The last two are painfully ignorant of this.
This is not the 'mask off' kind of future,
I wish that I had.
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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...
