I'm used to not being understood
People have tried to figure out
What exactly is going on
Behind this grinning façade
Some think they know
Everything about me
But there is always something more
Than what meets the eyes
The crazy, bubbly girl you see
Is not what you will find underneath
There is a reason I put up walls
It's to pretend
Pretend that people understand
That they actually know who I am
Nothing like who I am inside
Misunderstood and depressed for years
But not even my family notices that something's wrong
Nobody ever does
Society killed the teenager
And now she is but a shell
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Bits of Poetry
PoetrySo, these are a bunch of poems I've written. I don't know if they're any good, so feedback is always appreciated. Thanks ever so! Updated description: These got really depressing because they're mostly about my inner feelings. I'll probably delete a...
