I look back and remember a time,
And it feels like it's been a lifetime.
The year twenty-fourteen,
Back before everything caused a scene.
I was happy.
Such a strange thing now.
I didn't feel unloved or unwanted,
Back when so many things left me undaunted.
Now I sit and stare.
At a picture taken in a time when I was less likely to glare.
It makes me want to cry,
To see how far I've fallen,
How much of me has died.
Back before I crumbled,
Back before everything was a struggle.
Now I put on a smile to hide the pain.
Now I laugh so I don't cry.
Now I hide.
I'm not sure what from,
Maybe the pain inside.
Certain thing bring me happiness,
They spare me from the loneliness.
Maybe if problems thought to look behind my mask,
Maybe if they asked.
Maybe I'm just being depressing.
Maybe no one should even be stressing.
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Poetry
PoetryYeah so some of these suck and some don't, some are happy some are sad, some are down-right depressing. But you know, I hope you like them. Or don't. Whatever.
