My brain is screaming 'help me'
But I tell everyone to go away
I live a personality of lies
In real life and on the internet
No one knows the real me
It's all just an act
An act I can't stop
The curtains are drawn at night
When everyone's asleep
I just sit and weep
I pray at night to no one
There is no God that cares about me
Might as well just forget me
Go fill my grave with pity
I'll end up just like the others
Forgotten
As much as it scares me
I will be forgotten
Left alone
I like it that way
I'm not able to ruin people that way
And people say 'they know what it's like'
Stop
You aren't me
And you never will be.
My personality is just an act
I'm full of lies and surprises
I am not worth your time
So stop bothering me.
YOU ARE READING
My Book Of Poetry
PuisiI'm a writer with way too much free time and my constant music listen in has gotten me into poetry... oops.
