No one knows how much it hurts
No one knows how my world turns
They all just watch as it burns
They all just watch until it ajourns
No one knows what's inside me
Because no one knows the real me
Then, if it is; what's the purpose of my entity?
If my life's been the opposite of serenity
I've been cutting my ties, my bonds
Cutting them so that they couldn't come close
So that they'll never know about my sorrows
Because we all suffer from the bond we tie
And for this very reason I lie
I lie about who I am
I lie about what I feel
I lied because that was the deal
The deal, the cure of being unhappy
But, Is unhappiness a sickness?
Is it a sickness that we can cure?
The answer, I'm not so sure
I've kept hidden
Because no one will understand
Because no one cares
And because no one dares
No one dares to know
Who I was before
And Who I am now
I'm all alone
I'm by myself
Because I'm not someone
I'm just No One
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Poetry"No one knows what's inside me Because no one knows the real me" Another dark and hollow poem, inspired by a book. Take your time to Read, Comment, Vote and Rate! Thanks everyone! ^_^
