Fake a smile. Fake a laugh. Fake the happiness you should have. Because that's what everyone wants to see. No one wants a broken girl. No one wants a girl who can't hold it together. No one wants a girl who finds relief in causing herself pain. No one wants a girl who thinks the world is better off without her. Who would want that girl? The girl that I am. How could one want me? My days are black and white. Dull. No color until certain people show up. But they don't always come. Most of the day I fake the happiness in hopes I'll get better. But to no avail though. I'm still the broken girl at the end of the day. And in the end, who could want a broken girl like me?
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A Conflicted Teen
PoetryThis is a book of all my poems I write in my free time or when I feel down or inspired. Or really any time of day. Enjoy. Please don't steal any of my work.
