Shhh, it's alright darling
Everyone has scars
No-one's without a broken wing
Everyone's scars run deep
Shhh, it's alright sweetie
Everyone has grief in their hearts
Even the boy who always seems happy
Has moments of misery
Shhh, it's alright sweetheart
Everyone wears masks sometimes
So tricky, deceitful they could be called pieces of art
Masks to hide who we are
Shhh, it's alright angel
Everyone commits their own crimes
Although to someone else it isn't too awful
It still isn't right in their minds.
Shhh, it's alright dear
Everyone betrays their friends
Don't shed many tears
For the ones that sell-out you
Shhh, it's alright poppet
Everyone loses their innocence
That sick feeling in your gut
Will soon disappear
Shhh, it's alright
Everyone is just like you
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Thoughtful Poetry
PoetryA book of poetry I wrote myself. I doubt it would sell But hopefully it would make you think As we dive through hell
