"Somebody has it worse than you."
What does that make my pain?
Do I pretend it's not there?
Do I lock it away?
Forever unseen to human eyes.
I don't understand.
What am I supposed to do?
Do I keep the pain and all the tears to myself?
Do I never tell another soul?
Where does that leave me?
A puppet attached to strings with my movements controlled?
An empty person of what used to be forever seen as happy?
Does that mean its not real?
All the pain that I feel.
Is it just a figment of my imagination all because someone has it worse.
Does that mean it doesn't exist?
Am I craving attention?
Is it all in my head?
I don't understand what to do when you share your pain and they tell you somebody has it worse than you.
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Don't Look Me in the Eye
PoetryNot just poems anymore, I guess. More like little things where I have no place for them. Basically the poems/short stories/rambles that appear in my head that I have to write down. Enjoy? Trigger warning, I think. Sorry for changing the title a lot...
