Sad poems by a sad girl

Blinded

I played a little game last night.
I don't see what all the fuss is about,
cause it's just my arm, my blood.
No one notices, no one cares.
They all think they see me but they only see my front, my mask.
So if they don't bother to look then what's the point of telling them?
It wouldn't matter anyway, it's just a little game.
It takes the pain away for a little while, but not long enough.
I want it gone, but we can't have everything can we?
I won't bother anymore to smile, to laugh.
I won't bother keeping the voices out, cause they seem like the only ones I can trust now; they care.
I won't bother stopping the silent tears or hiding the smeared mascara, because they will still see the smiling girl with a little twinkle in her eyes, not one that is broken.
Because they are all blind, blinded by the fantasies that I have spun.