Muffled screaming, muffled arguing
Is the first thing I hear in the morning.
The façade I put up for the world to see is making me forget the real me.
All the stress and pressure cannot be seen by them,for if they do I'm afraid they'll pressure me to answer.
Crying will make them think I'm weak so I pushed them down 'till I'm numb to the emotions that threatened to leak.
All the bruises on my face is a sign of scrubbing them away.
Until I went to sleep,I found a reason to stay awake.
All the friends and adventures I made up to be happy is starting to make me see the dreams I threw away just to come back to me again.
A world full of plastics covered up a puppets heart.
Guilt and shame is eating me away,but dreams and hallucinations mend the doll again.
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Poesia➽The story of a young girl in a lonely world vent book/poetry
