After an emergency I learned so many truths unbeknownst to me before.
How being loved
Is different from feeling loved
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At school, I put on a smile for the one I love
Yes, I must leave, but can I not still love, too?
I pass the halls with my hazy smile
Grinning at nothing but the yellow sun
Oh that sun! Is it not brighter than usual?
As dawn goes down to day (Not my words)
I dred that bell
For once it rings
My hazy, lazy, oh-so-necessary mask
Is no longer needed.
So as I buckle in for the ride home
My mouth a barren line
I go from HAPPY/CONTENT
to O.K/CONTENT
Can you blame me for masking myself with a smile?
For myself, and for that sugar that I crave.
Don't blame me!
I need this as much as they do!
YOU ARE READING
Heed My Warning
PoetryThis book of poetry is inspired by my experiences. The first half is kinda sad, but the second part gravitates more towards happiness. Each broken shard can only save us from ourselves if we stand united. As. One.
