In a hoodie and dark jeans
Inky bags under their eyes
A smile is a great disguise
Under a mask
They pretend, they act
No one can see through it
So many thoughts and ideas
They circle around their minds
But the walls seem to come crushing down at all sides
So, they just lay down and cry
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoesiaMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
