I'll carve smiles on my face,
As daggers thrust through me with grace.
I'll wipe my tears to see the light,
Though it takes all my might.
Kicked down before they hear my plight,
I'll have to say I'm alright.
My skin peels away in the dark,
But I'll hide it with a hopeful remark.
My thoughts of eternal sleep,
Muffled so deep, they won't seep.
Driving through the day, I'll convince myself,
Of the truth behind these masked faces on the shelf.
I can't change the paces of their game,
Dancing this eternal dance until I break in shame.
Everyone wants something from me so they take,
But where's my thank you for the take?
All I can do is give and give,
While my heart cries out, it's hard to live.
I try to hide it, but it seeps through,
The pain, the frustration, it's nothing new.
My feelings surpass my will to hide,
And I'll break down, unable to confide.
This life I lead, it's nothing but a facade,
A never-ending cycle, it's just too hard.
(A/N It's me trying to bend my frustrations into something, if you are wondering I can tell I am doing alright, I just feel like this once in a while so I thought of exploring how they feel while writing and so this popped out. So be sure to let me know if you like it, k?)
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Not Your Typical Literary Masterpiece: AKA My Mood
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