All alone in this crowded room.
My eyes meet one...another.
They do not see me for what I am.
They see the smile on my face;
The lies that I'm holding, in order to keep myself together.
They do not know the pain I feel.
Their smile is real.
So I am alone in this crowded room;
Waiting for someone to see through;
To save me from myself from the loneliness...
that has overcome me;
controlled me.
I am a slave to this feeling;
Waiting for something better,
Suffering in myself,
Needing a savior.
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Sad and Depressed Poems and Stories
PoesíaJust because I'm smiling doesn't mean some things not bothering me. These are real poems and stories coming from others and their lives. They lived behind a smile too long, so they expressed their selves, before the worse could happen. Please no rud...
