Everybody
Everybody sees me but they don't know who I am.
Everybody hears me but they don't know how I feel.
Everybody may know my name. They may know who I used to be, but they don't know me now.
Everybody sees me as someone I'm not.
Everybody thinks those smiles on my face are always real, that I'm always happy. I'm not, by the way. I'm just a person with feelings.
Everybody thinks I'm always weird, crazy, and childish.
I see myself becoming someone different.
I hear myself struggling but not giving up.
I feel like I want to change my name so I don't have to worry about my former self anymore.
I see myself as different.
I know that not all those smiles are real. I know I'm not always happy. I'm just a person with feelings.
Why can't I just be that?
Note: Sorry I didn't update yesterday, as I was sick and didn't write a poem. I have not yet written today, but I will try to keep going! May be a bit inconsistent because of break, just hang in with me! Thanks!
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Bursting Bubbles
PoetryThese are my deep thoughts/ stories because I decided that the deep ones needed their own book. A few of these might be in my stories/ ideas book but they will be here as well. These may be poem-like or story-like it honestly just depends. I also ha...
