Around people, I may be quiet,
but there's a million thoughts
running through my mind.
Around people, I may look happy,
but when I'm alone, I shed
a million tears.
No one will ever see my wrist
that's covered in the scars
that once bled red.
No one will see the real me
that's not alive on the inside,
because I am only me when
it's late at night and I can't
sleep because the voices in my
head tell me not to.
That is when the real me
will show, but that's only
because I am left alone.
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The Way I Feel
PoetryThe Way I Feel is a story is made of many different poems I wrote. Poetry helps me express my feelings better than just trying to talk to someone about them. I hope you enjoy them and make you keep wanting to read more!
