I'm pretending to be happy
When, deep inside, I'm not
I'm pretending to be happy
When I've been through a lotSo, when you see me
I might smile
But, in reality
It's been a whileIt's been a while
Since I was really elated
And, although you see me smiling
I'm really frustratedI'm frustrated at myself
For sometimes being me
I'm frustrated at some people
For hurting something they can't seeBut, mostly, I'm frustrated at myself
Because I've been hurting others
I'm frustrated deep inside
For being such a botherIn reality, it's true
That I've been hurting you and you and you
But, in "fantasy", I haven't been a bother to anyone
But it's the only thing that I thought rhymed and I wanted to get this poem doneSo, you see, I'm very frustrated
You might see me as elated
But I'm not
Because I've been through a lotIt is no excuse
But, because I have been through a lot, I've gained a bruise
And this bruise cannot heal on its own
So, I'm also frustrated that, so far, I've been at it alone
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The Inner Critic [Completed]
PoetryThis is yet another attempt to impress the masses No, I have not taken any classes I will be trying my luck on a fourth book full of poetry Some will describe me While others will describe you Sometimes, even both, that's true So, enjoy my fourth bo...