A smile stuck to my face,
Not wanting to ruin.
Ignoring my heart's race
And my negativity brewing.
Stuck being dragged around
Like an old rag doll.
Silent; not making a sound,
Doing what I'm told.
My glassy eyes,
Full of unshed tears;
So many lies,
So much fear.
My toothy smile and rosy cheeks,
Painted and forced.
Oh what secrets they keep,
Hiding the dark thoughts.
My pretty red dress,
Used to be white.
It's sleeves a scarlet mess,
From night after night.
My little heart
Filled with too many stitches.
The unsealing scars,
And the emotional glitches.
My fabric is slowly fading,
Just like the rest of me.
With my mind constantly shading
The truth it's the false I only see.
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Sad poems by a sad girl
PoetryThese 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...
