I have to pretend again,
Put on a smile,
Just so they don't worry about me.
My existence is a fucking lie.
My home life isn't bad.
I've never been bullied,
Merely teased.
My friends are great.
I have someone I love.
I'm just surrounded by constant confusion.
My head is screwed up,
And I don't know why.
I don't have a reason to feel like this,
Yet this is how I feel.
I don't want to lie to you.
I've got half an hour,
To fix myself,
To be OK for two hours,
To lie again,
For two hours.
I have to lie again,
Because the world is taking,
What I believed was right,
What I believed was a good deed,
And punishing it.
"No good deed goes unpunished."
I live in a world,
Where that's the only truth I know.
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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...
