As I pass you in the streets
Can’t you see?
On the outside I’m whole
But inside I’m empty
I seem strong like iron
But I’m really like clay
One hard knock
Could blow me away
Still they mock and they joke
Not seeing inside
Is a world of pain
Trying to survive
So go on, have your fun
I’ll bear every hit
Until I break
Into innumerable bits
Then you’ll wonder
‘How can this be?
She always seemed
To be happy!’
Well I’m not,
Sorry to say
Though I say otherwise
Every day
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PoetryA collection of my poetry. there is no rhyme or reason between them, they are simply there because i wrote them and needed a place for them to go. i know, my grammar sucks. also, there will be updates whenever i write more poetry.
