She's fake.
Pretending for good
He's wearing mask
Hiding all the scars
She put smiles
so pain couldn't be seen.
Wears make-up to keep
the bruises unseen.
He's sitting at the back
so people won't know what things he lacks.
Chose to smirk
instead of feeling weak and torn.
They say "Im fine"
"Im okay"
but are they really?
Look closely in those,
smiles
smirks
make-ups
tattoos
didn't you see it?
there are worse things beneath.
And when you dig deep in their lives,
I tell you, you'll cry.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Words
Şiirrandom poems about random things from a random girl. x (currently editing)