Have you ever had that feeling when people just stair at you and you feel like they know every single secret in your soul.
They know the smiles are fake, but the tears are real.
The light chatter is elusive, and behind every word is a hidden meaning.
Those gorgeous smiles and sweet giggles are another attempt to mask the pain.
It never reaches her eyes, the windows of her soul.
All this turmoil inside ones self only to have this weigh on you too.
Are they feeling bad for her, the girl who fakes a smile and plays the same tune.
Are they thinking evil and twisted things because they think they know what is truly going on.
Or do they take pity on the girl who wears a mask to escape the pain and plays that same moves day in and out.
With all this mess weighing on her heart, she still holds that hope with every small special memory her pain will fade some more.
Why is she so depressed, its never been this bad before.
Her pride and joy is the key to this all.
She motivates, stimulates these feeling she thought she lost the feelings she tried to many times to grasp.
Her pride and joy gives her courage like none she has ever known before.
The mask she wears upon her face suddenly makes more since then before.
Its her coat of armor, her shelter from the out side world, the strength too push forward the determination to survive.
She knows her purpose, the one thing that matters the most, being a mother......
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my poems
PoetrySome times i gotta write to get it off my chest so if you want to read them go for it. If not what ever my thoughts not yours! Sn: I was upset when I first posted but also I'm not changing my words either because I know eventually some ones gonna ha...
