We seem perfect
the 'good eggs' of the bunch
but the word 'good'
is just out of hunch
inside we are a mixture
of feelings and pain
still we wear a false smile
and chat about the rain
you have a heart of gold
they smile and say
but a heart of gold means nothing
when its stolen away
one day we shall crack
and will be exposed as fake
because a truth of this world
Is even the best can break
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PoesiaA 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.
