Hi.
It’s just me,
The girl who is barely even seen.
The girl who just wants to be freeMaybe right now I could make a silly rhyme
about how no one even cares anymore
They just see a smile and believe it.
But that’s not what I want to do.Ask if I’m okay;
I’ll show a smile
I’ll say yes,
Even though my emotions are eating me aliveBecause that’s what I believe is best to do
And all those feelings inside are all self inflicted; self h4|rm
I believe that if I can keep my pain to myself,
It will eventually fade awayI believe that if I let someone into my world,
They’ll just let me down
So I build my walls high and thick
And make sure that only I can take them downI know that the only way for people to see my pain,
Is to show it
But I expect too much sometimesI think that people should just see right through this mask
I believe that my self inflicted anger and sadness
Should stick out to them,
Even though I’m hiding it deep insideMaybe someday this will all be over
and I’ll be able to set myself free
from this prison of mine
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My Mind is My Prison
PoesiaThis is a little poem I wrote at age 13. It's when I was really going the motions of life (as I'm sure can be guessed by just reading it). I hope whoever reads this enjoys <3