Smiling is the perfect poker face.
Even when the pain won't fade,
Smiling is just my facade.
Its fake.
I hate that I don't believe in fate.
And that one day my true mate will analyze the lies that I make.
Like when I say I'm ok.
Its just a substitute, give or take.
Just don't discriminate what I make of my life.
Its a choice you must realize.
If I decide to dedicate my life to depression,
There's nothing you can do to change my devotion.
Don't try to understand my mission intentions.
I insist that you listen.
Its come to my attention you're dismissing assistance.
Why are you denying my existence?
Why don't you just admit that you're sensitive?
You decided on submitting to criticism.
Can't believe you're acting like you're oblivious.
You condemned me to Hell, the Darkest Abyss.
Then you tell me you don't care and that you're fine with this.
Your face is smilling,
Yet your inside is crying.
The silence is screaming
And your screams are silent?
Are you dead? Alive?
Are you really what you cut out to be?
Is what I see inside of you a lie or is it true what you're saying?
If I commit sucicide are you really going to turn the other cheek?
Is it right that you believe that this isn't wrong?
I feel inside that you have a conscious mind.
Every light has a shadow and you're just on the dark side.
If the truth hurts then I want to tell a lie.
It pains me that you grew up on the wrong side.
You're hiding something on the inside.
Your smile is a facade but you can't hide.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryI guess you can call these poems but they won't really have a subject based on them. Just something I'm going to write when I have nothing to do and words just keep flowing in my head. Hope you enjoy these!
