Why am I always the one to make nice?
To be the person to suppress my feelings
So I don't lose them?
Because I know if I tell them the truth,
They wouldn't understand; they'd be upset.
Why am I always the one to lie about how I feel?
To be the mediator of the problem
So it doesn't escalate?
Because I know if they knew how I truly felt,
They would lash out at me; like I want to them.
Why am I always the one to be left broken?
To be the one who constantly pretends
So no one is left guessing my emotions?
Because I know if I told the truth,
I would lose them for sure; along with everything else I have.
~a.k.
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Paint Swatch Poems
PoetryA collection of my thoughts expressed through the art of words. © Alyssa Koepke ____________________ To see my first book of poetry, check out Polaroid Poems.
