All of my pain is kept locked inside
But all of a sudden it comes welling up like the tide.
At first a trickle and a drop,
But I can't make it stop.
Bit by bit it grows and swells,
'Till I could fill sewers and wells.
I hide behind a door,
and let it all pour.
When I turn the lock,
And you see my face,
Just know that it's all mock.
Nothing that you see is real.
It's not how I really feel.
But you don't need to know
I'd rather just wallow in my sorrow.
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Late Night Poems
PoesíaPoetry for the broken souls. Enjoy a private glimpse into my mind which is not given even to those closest to me. I hope you can find a friend in the words on your screen. I don't have an upload schedule; it may be a long time between uploads. I'm...
