I wish you could see me.
Not the person I pretend to be,
Not the person I have to be,
But the person I want to be,
Yet I'm met with a brick wall,
That won't let emotions show.
So I smile,
In the plastic world,
Sadistic Society,
and fictional reality,
that surrounds me.
YOU ARE READING
Notes To You
PoetryWords that fill my brain, while I lie staring at a bright screen, with a red filled arrow beside your name.
