People on the outside say
shes happy
she loves her life
she is loved
she has a great family
but no one knows the inside
no one knows that shes not happy
no one knows she hates her life
and no one knows she thinks she can never be loved
but yet people still talk about her torments her still tries to tear her down
but how do u tear down something that's been destroyed
how do u hurt something with no feelings
why do people assume because u don't say anything u cant hear
why do people yell things and then say it wasn't about u
why do people assume things about you and never realize there wrong
how can someone look at the outside you and assume that the inside is the same
YOU ARE READING
poems of my unfortunate life
Poesiapoems of my life r my feelings but I do not want anyone feeling sorry for me I don't need it
