Sometimes I wonder how my life would be
If who I was, wasn't me
The tears sting, behind my eyes
Utterly tired and fed up with all the lies
Layer after layer, I peel away
Wondering who'll be brave enough to stay
I often wonder "Will they like what they see?"
If who I turn out to be, isn't me

YOU ARE READING
When the heart betrays
PoetryDepression..........what more can I say? Not all poems are mine!