Smile
The morning comes,
I drag myself from my bed,
Wishing I could just stay,
And sleep through my life.
Another day,
Another lie,
Another smile
As real as the rest of the world.
I just wish I could quit,
Give it all up.
No more lies.
No more smiles.
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My Heart's Prison
PoetryThis is a collection of poems from a harder time in my life. They are not exactly joyful and have many subjects that people try not to broach frequently. These are very personal, but I hope that other people out there can relate. Thank you for readi...
