What you see, it isn't me.
Saying "I'm okay".
What you know, it's all for show.
Joking it away.
What you think, it's out of sync.
I'm feeling every word.
What you feel, it isn't real.
Because inside, it hurts.
What you say has a price to pay.
Thinking I was fine.
What you do is up to you.
The mouth can break the mind.
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Poems and Things to Find Myself
Poetryhere you will find the broken pieces of my heart and the way i picked them up again and started over
