Why?
Why am I like this?
I should just stay quiet.
Just smile, pretend to be happy like they want me to be.
But I'm dying inside.
I'm in so much pain.
So I talk.
I tell you the truth.
I was just so relieved someone was listening to me that I spilled.
And just like that everything fell apart.
You didn't want my truth.
You didn't want my pain.
And it was never the same.
Why?
Why do I do this to my self.
I should just stay quiet.
Just smile, pretend to be happy like they want me to be.
Just don't speak.
YOU ARE READING
Book of poems and thoughts
RandomWhat comes from my heart finds its way to the page. I started this back in 2014 as a kid. I cringe a bit but couldn't bring myself to delete it. Maybe will add to it over the years.
