My smile says, "I'm fine.",
Their smile, " We're doing fine",
My eyes say, "Help me.",
Their eyes say, "We're torturing her."
My words say, "I'm getting better."
Their words say, " She's still breaking."
Who should you see today?
Me or them?
My mask or my real self?
My tears or my fears?
The ying or yang?
The moon or the sun?
The lies or the truth?
Well too bad you can't choose,
I already lost who I was,
I always lose,
In this game called life,
Every word cuts me like a knife,
The chains keep on disguising itself,
As an angel in which, will "help end my suffering",
It keeps covering me in lies,
This so-called "angel" is no longer from the heavens,
It's from the depth of rotten hell,
She keeps hovering over me,
"Give in. Come on let me in.", repeating every day,
My sorrows want to be displayed,
But I won't let them,
My blood will not drip to the ground,
I shall not bow below her,
I'm strong,
And I will prove them that I am,
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My Life With My True Feelings
PoetryIt's a poem that I did for fun. I hope yall will like it! (n u n) And I mostly express my feelings and with my sorrows. And I write about my depression at times and if I feel happy for once I will write a poem about it. (Btw this is the same just in...
