Each day I wake and take my place.
I paint this smile across my face.
I paint a mask so I can hide,
the fact that I feel dead inside.
I rise and shine, pretend so well,
but behind these walls, a burning hell.
I'll stay and burn, in the heat of these flames, searching for warmth within this pain.
I try to speak, but make no sound,
feels like I walk on crumbling ground.
I yell, and no one hears my cries.
Still, each day I'll wake and I will rise,
put on my mask, hold my head high.
I'll paint this picture for the world to see, hiding the zombie that is me.
-A.R
02/15/18
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Random Rablings of a Lunatic.
PoetryThis is a book of very random poems, of all genres. Some are based on events and some are just sheer fun. Hope you enjoy!
