Daytime
Smiles
Happening
Jokes
Made
Happiness
Faked
Night-time
Tears
Welling
Sadness
Flowing
Anger
Building
In the daytime the most beautiful you lives. That fake happiness that looks so real to fake people. That pretend smile that glows with empty happiness that hasn't shone in years. The jokes that ring with a sadness you insist doesn't exist. The you that people love to be around.
But in the night-time the real you lives, brought deep from your head while you you lie in your bed. Tears pouring from your face while you feel small. Sadness ebbing from every pore on your body. Anger bubbling inside you until your silently screaming with everything you have.
Then you fall asleep at 4 am with a head and heartache and then you wake up, putting the same fake happiness on.
YOU ARE READING
empty nights
Poetrythis is what's really happening behind your bedroom door, what you feel but can't express without being seen as strange. don't worry, cause darlin I'm a mess too.
