it isn't fair.
they hide their faces with a mask, but I'm still out in the open.
my head is throbbing, a painful beat.
I try to smile but I see now, its cracking.
you tell me to be happy, you say it like its easy, but actions are stronger than words.
you tell me not to cry.
but I've already cried enough salty tears to fill an empty ocean.
tears are supposed to be a natural pain reliever, but is it just me or do tears make the pain feel stronger?
I just want to feel a genuine smile touch my cheeks, I wish I could feel that bubbly feeling again, but its been taken away from me.
I don't want to have so many flaws.
but I'm not gonna act like its okay, I'm not gonna feed myself lies.
I just need help to find it again, but no one has ever really truly been there for me, so I'm probably screwed.
its fine, we all die in the end anyway.
maybe I'll find it again in another life.
hopefully.
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Dirty Petals
Poetryfree verse poetry, well mostly free verse. I don't usually go by any poetic devises at least not purposely. I just go with the flow. I write my feelings on paper but in this situation on my touchscreen or my laptop keys. I write poetry ALOT but that...
