Garden

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They got tired of of my frown.
They told me to smile ,so I did.
Knowing that I only covered up what lay beneath. My eyes held storms.
My heart Supports a structure of melancholy. My feet stand firmly planted on the ground, seeming so strong. Yet I'm not as strong as I appear. My soul endures it all. The constant chatter from my old enemies I grew in the gardened of my mind. Yet those same ones seemed to have stemmed from something much deeper.

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