"Why do you cry?"
You wouldn't understand.
"Why do you smile when your not happy?"
You wouldn't understand.
"Tell me. I promise I'll be understanding."
You wouldn't understand.
You wouldn't understand why I cry.
The tears being shed are not because of you, but because of me. I'm the one putting things in my mind, telling myself I'm too skinny, too fat, too ugly, too fake. The thoughts are only encouraged by others.
You wouldn't understand my smiles that aren't really happy.
To let others know that its ok. I'm ok. Even with unshed tears and silent pleads for help, I'm ok. I'm just waiting for someone to notice.
You wouldn't understand why I don't tell you when I'm hurting.
I don't want you to feel my pain. Never do you deserve to feel what I put myself through. My mental battle, my heartache. Mine. Mine only.
You really wouldn't understand.
YOU ARE READING
My Thoughts In Poetry
PoezjaPoetry is my release. So I put it here. Welcome to the book of my thoughts. A book in which I discuss my deepest thoughts in the form of poetry. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cover by @krazy-dreamer
