To you, I am happy.
To me, I am not.
To you, I am fine,
To me, I am not.
To you, my pain is invisible;
For me, it's the reason I cry.
To you, I am whole.
For me, I am broken.
You broke me so long ago, and
You still don't know how I feel.
You are my mother, and I will always love you.
But I can no longer trust or believe you.
To you, my smile is enough;
For me, that smile is fake.
To you, nothing is wrong.
For me, nothing is right.
To you, I am seven.
For me, I am seventeen.
To you, I can't do anything.
For me, I can do anything.
You say you will always love me no matter what.
Yet, you look at me like I'm one mistake waiting to happen.
You say I'm an adult, but treat me like I'm not.
You say many things, but actions will always speak louder than words...
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Inner Demons of a Fallen Soul
PoetryJust a bunch of thoughts and shitty poems I wrote to express my feelings.