How can they look at you,
Crying,
And pretend nothing's wrong.
When in reality
Everything
Is
Wrong.
They can see the mascara stains on
Your pillow,
And they ask you...
To put a pillow case over it.
So they to can pretend
Too
That everything is okay
Can't they see we're tearing apart.
To scared to tell
Them...
Our OWN parents that we're dieing.
Dieing form our;
Fake friends,
Best friends,
Boy friends,
Even girl friends.
From our teachers, anxiety, reputation.
How can they look at you,
Crying,
And pretend that nothing's wrong.
YOU ARE READING
In the Mind of the Writer
PoetryThese are poems about how I feel. Most of them will be kind of depressing but they are relatable for high school students. This is what goes on in my mind as a writer.
