They don't get it,
never have, never will.
I've tried to explain,
but they don't listen still.
My anger grows,
they'll never get me.
And when my anger shows,
they just see a fool.
They're stubborn,
hearts black as coal.
They'll never understand me,
even if they looked into my soul.
I call out for a friend,
and yet no one hears.
I just want to hide,
and burst into tears.
But I can't hide,
I need to stand.
Even if they never,
truly do understand.
01/22/16
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Behind the Mask
PoetryI have through many tough times through out my life. And i always felt like my voice never mattered. So instead of using my unheard voice for nothing, i put it in to words on a blank peice of paper. This became my escape from the real world and into...
