It's okay.
The pain can be felt deep
under your skin, you can't ignore the hatred;
No you can't act like you faked it
You can only breathe to see what lies beneath your teeth,
The lies.
Soon you're covered in madness and faded pain.
It shows,
Yet no ones knows.
YOU ARE READING
Berry Tree
PoetryA book of poems, scrambled thoughts, and endless stories. A bit mysterious, but that's the fun of it. You make the story; you imagine, and wonder. Each page is like picking a new berry from a tree.
