Has anyone considered that this is all just an act
Or do they just accept it because its all they know.
I'm not cheerful on the inside,
The smile I wear is years of practice, starting at a young age.
No one bothers with the scars they see
After all the effort it took me to hide them.
I thought maybe they might care a little.
Maybe if I hid them they won't know and worry.
But they don't anyway.
After thinking I understand,
Who would care?
Why would you care?
It's just me
Stupid
Dumb
Unwanted
Useless
Does everything wrong, Me.
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A Moment In This Life
PoetryThis Is poems basically, I'm not sure what to write here but please read and tell me you're thoughts on them. Although some or most are kinda just notes and thoughts.
