Its easy; to slip on the mask,
To smile wide, while,
I'm burning inside,
Forbid my cries,
In my head,
Pushing them aside,
To dig my nails,
Into the palm of my hand,
Craving that release,
That'll never cease to exist,
But that's fine,
I'll pretend,
I'll perform,
Even if no one'll tend,
Even if no one'll mourn,
Who I was, now that I'm gone,
It doesn't even matter anymore,
For I've grown accustomed,
To feeling this sore,
And I'll swear,
'I'm fine'
Even when I feel like I'm,
In a constant state of decline,
Cause I rather have you,
Cross all my lines,
Than, even in my story,
Be left in the by-line.
YOU ARE READING
an attempt at poetry
PoetrySincerely, just an attempt at poetry in which I try to put into words all the thoughts that rush through my mind! I really hope you enjoy <3 ps. English is not my first language so pleaaasee keep that in mind, I take any suggestions you may have
