These tears tell their own tales,
That you obviously don't know.
They're things you won't be told,
They're something I will never show.
They're not yours, they're mine,
They're my memories.
That's why I say I'm fine,
Yet you still don't get it.
I want to be alone,
How hard is that?
Instead you're being nosy,
And that's a fact.
You get insulted,
When I say go away.
Well that's not my fault;
It's yours.
It's yours, for trying to know
Things that you shouldn't.
It's yours, for staying around,
When I said you couldn't.
Just because I'm out in the open
For all to see,
Doesn't mean
That you get to know me.
YOU ARE READING
Sad poems by a sad girl
ПоэзияThese are all poems and small short stories written by me. The quality gets better towards the end:) ( all images are not mine and I got them off google) ........................................................................ The deep sadness that...
