I walk in the bathroom to hide.
Sometimes I make myself try, as I let my tears fall down, to hide the tears I've cried.
I've tried to stop myself from feeling what I feel.
This is my problem, but I know I shouldn't hide.
Certain places, goes from mood to feeling.
The location, the environment.
The Energy intertwines.
I lie way too much, I hide my feelings way too much.
But when you respond if I exclaim anything you'll yell at me and say that I have an attitude.
Why am I supposed to be the bigger person and swallow my words and feelings.
You ignore mine.
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poemsbygrace
PoetryThis book is a mix of poems and my diary entry's. I've been at a loss for words for the past 2 or so years after writing i story I practically surrogatly lived through and proudfully deleted. I've been trying to make a new start for myself since the...
