"The teardrops run down,
And fall of her nose,
She cries in dark corners,
Where nobody goes,
You can follow the tracks,
Form her eyes to her chin,
Years upon years,
Of letting them win,
And her eyes tell a story,
Of anger and pain,
You think that she's happy,
But just look again,
And the scars of her past,
Hidden under her clothes,
Are a roadmap to places,
That nobody knows,
Her smile is now painted,
She's a master of disguise,
And you can see it all ,
Just look into her eyes,"I want to cry,
No words just cry,
Because people around me can't seem to understand my why's;
Why I Love being alone,
Why don't I talk on phones,
Why do I hate going out,
Why I regret being born;
But people don't understand these,
So they want me to please;
Please their ego and give them respect,
They know me but they don't know me truly yet;
They extend to do what others do,
They want me to go out and forget my blues;
The thing is I feel too much and show too little,
And the consequences of that is now I fake smiles on people;~R✨
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A Girl Who Was Never Loved [ME]
Short StoryHey you little star✨ Hope you are having a good day! I am not new here I used to just read . But I wanted to share my thoughts my life experiences my love for the moon, poems,and rant about the books I've read. So here I'm. Some additional things a...