I want to scream for help, to shout out loud, as tears beg to fall, lost in a shroud.
Yet silence wraps me in its tight embrace, a fake smile rests soft, masking my face.
"I'm okay," I whisper, a line I recite, but inside I'm a storm, battling the night.
With each breath I take, it feels like a fight, the truth trapped inside, far from the light.
In crowded rooms where laughter should soar, I hide in the shadows, longing for more.
A heart full of weight, a soul that feels small, yearning for someone to answer my call.
But still, I stand tall, with my mask held in place, concealing the hurt that's etched on my face.
Each day feels like walking on threads ever fine, yearning for kindness, a hand to entwine.
So here in this moment, I gather my strength, to seek out the peace in the depths and the length.
And though I seem fine, I'll fight to be free, toshed that facade, to finallybe me.
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Penny for a Poem
PoetryI just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
