Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I have cried in my room when nobody was watching. Nobody knows how many times I have actually lost hope. How many times I've been let down. Nobody knows how many times I've felt like I'm going to snap, but I don't for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when I'm sad or angry. How horrible they truly are.
Nobody. Knows. Me.
YOU ARE READING
You are stronger than you believe
Poetry"And if I asked you to name all the things that you love, how long would it take for you to name yourself?"
