You walk by me,
Day rise and day end.
Yet you never see behind my fake smile.
You never see me break,
You only think I bend and wait.
You ask me if I'm ok,
But you don't pester,
You don't pry.
You don't even try.
You could never see my tears behind my mask.
You never even cared when you asked.
I can't help but feel I'm out of place.
Like I'm a disgrace.
Am I wrong?
Am I right?
I don't know anymore.
After we talk I feel bruised to the core.
But I keep fighting.
I keep writing.
Do you even care?
All I get from you is a glare.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryYeah so some of these suck and some don't, some are happy some are sad, some are down-right depressing. But you know, I hope you like them. Or don't. Whatever.
