You say that it doesn't matter.
That everything will be fine.
But you don't understand my feelings.
Or when and where I lie.
You don't know the bad experiences.
That I've locked away and kept inside.
You don't know my reasons as to why I couldn't ever cry.
You don't get why I'm faking.
Or why I brushed you off.
You don't see fault in your actions even when they hurt me the most.
I am my own person, not a puppet you can control.
Yes I am human faults, mistakes in all.
YOU ARE READING
concrete
PoetryThis is my poetry.....alot of its dark however. And for the people who are insane enough to handle a trip into my mind palace....so ya
