Life among everyone outside,
Ranges,
From good to bad.
Some have the inbetween,
Meanwhile,
Some have it like hell.
Outside,
Everything seems fine.
Irritation,
Confusion,
And a deep sadness,
Can be found inside my head.
It's two sides,
Playing around in this war.
Outside,
I'm perfectly fine,
Inside,
Tears,
Hate,
Sadness,
Anger,
Manifest into this war.
It's hard to pretend everything's fine.
When it's all crumbling down again.
Something's hiding among the soldiers,
Something dark,
And dangerous.
It'll take away everything,
Killing off the life it leaves behind.
This is my Hidden war,
Saving everyone else,
From myself.
YOU ARE READING
It's Just Us
PoetryThe ups, the downs, the good days, and the bad. What's the use of a relationship book if you only say the good things? Hate to break it to ya, love is painful just as much as it is amazing.
