I'm in my own trap
outside and inside
Maybe you feel different about me but I feel like you are just lying to me.
Thinking I'm just fine but I'm just slowly dying inside.
Bubbly, funny and happy that's what you see but that's just me lying to you about me.
My heart hurts all the time by playing this game with me and my mind.
I'm in a trap. And I don't know how to get out.
YOU ARE READING
Walls of the white room
PoetryMy thoughts and stuff I accidentally write. ups. sorry my bad, well if you are already here you can just check. or not but...
