I'm sitting outside under a tree
I read the words on the page
They spill out to me
I read and read and read these words like I had no other things to do for a change
I read to escape the reality I live in
I write to make my emotions heard
Because I can't speak them out
Sure you can see them if you really look
But people never tend to see in my eyes
And notice that I am in disguise
They don't look at the hurt and sorrow that i hold in my heart
They don't know my pain
I want people to know
Yet, when I see them I put a smile on my face
And I pretend that my sadness is not the case
I laugh and i act happy and pretend I'm alright
When in reality I want to take flight
-I am Not okay
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Words from the Heart..
PoetrySome poems deep from the heart.. "Words in the heart are feathers that one hardly hears."
