Inside My Mind...Step By Step(COMPLETED)

You Have Problems Too

PLEASE READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!! VERY IMPORTANT!!!!!!

Ok, so this is the last chapter in this book. But don't fret, for I have another. That one, just like this one, will just be where I kind of dump my thoughts down. They happen to come out like poems :)'

Once I have published the next book, I will put the title here. Oooooooor, you could follow me and know before I put it on this story.

Just a sugestion...

On with the poem!!!
p.s. this is a sad poem, I couldn't help myself
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You,
The therapist to your friends.
When people have troubles,
They come running to you.

If you ever wear a frown,
You always have a smile for them.
They always look to you,
To give them a smile.

Yet,
No one knows you have issues also.
Everyone believes you never have problems kile they do...
But you do.

If you ever wear a frown upon your face,
People jump on you, asking, "What's wrong?"
You just plant that smile on your face, and say back,
"Nothing. Nothing is wrong." they just wouldn't understand.

They don't understand,
They would never understand your problems.
If you show the screams in your head,
They would think you were crazy.

So,
Now you sit on your bed...
All alone,
And no one is there to give you a smile.

Tears race down your face,
Because the screams scrape at your resolve, until you break.
Your shield is cracking in the mirror,
Your frown is streching down, dripping your sorrows steadily, like a waterfall.

As you stare at yourself,
You can't help but think back to school... to your friends that look to you...
How you would lie to their faces,
How you would look into their eyes, and lie through your teeth.

In the mirror, that's the only place you can show your true face,
Your face breaks into the smle that can fool your friends.
And you lift your sanctuary up to the side of your head...
Because, a lightbulb just blinked up above your head.

Your smile is wicked, and crazy enough to shatter the mirror,
Your finger twitches and dances along the trigger...
One bang! ...and all your problems stop.
One bang! ...and the voices stop screaming.

One bang!
Now, you're free.

a/n: Thank you for the guys that actually read my book, though you were few and far between, I must thank you. I love you guys, you are what makes a writer want to write.

Thank, signing off for da last time,

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