Blast the music though your ears
Don't let them see the tears
You've kept it hidden all these years
Why now, let them see your fears?
Fears of being left behind
Fears of running out of time
Fears of reaching the end of your prime
Fears, Oh so similar to mine
Don't let them know
You can't let them show
Or else your friends might go
As you try to stop the tear's eternal flow.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust poems I write during school when I'm bored. Some are bad, especially the first few, but the rest aren't half bad. They're probably really dark but there should be one or two happy ones.
