Progress
I try to walk forward,
Wishing,
I could go back,
Slowly inching toward,
The happiness,
That I lack,
Every little moment,
Slowly passes by,
Hoping, that I
Don't get caught
in this lie,
Why do I do this?
Why do I cry?
It's for their happiness,
Though it ruins mine.
But I made progress,
I perfected my acting,
So they think I'm happy,
Even as I'm dying.
I am basically a natural at this, and I'm not talking about writing poems.
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Problems -for the strong-
Teen FictionA girl and a guy both suffer medical issues, but the boy is keeping a secret. While the girl is running away from her problems and her dad, the boy has a secret that he kept for her sake, which only ended up hurting her more. This book shows how Ari...
