What hides under this smile has so much pain and misery. That even the fake smile hurts my cheeks. For at one point I thought I was worth so much more in others eyes.
But it turned out not as much as I hoped. For my smile became fake and the new me is not the real me. For only those who wanted to know knew for what hides underneath the smile that is really just trying to cover up the pain and misery.
For there is so much more that hides in this smile that only some know what it now is.
YOU ARE READING
Our Kind Of Words
Poesía"Not everyone speaks through normal words, that's why poetry was made". No one knows our struggles, people think we're fine but deep down inside we know that it's nothing but lies. We use our kind of words to show you what we go through. But it's up...
