Real...7/9/14
A day at a time again and again
Repeating the same knowing I can't win.
This life is consuming, never ending and dreary, but here I still am, and God oh so weary.
Nobody knows, they think all is well, it's a good thing my thoughts are just that, or surely I'd be going on a one way trip to hell.
Nobody could fathom these things that I think, so when I speak to you all, it is simply lip sync.
None of it true, not even close to real.
Because that is how I deal with how I really feel.
No one will ever know, nobody will see, because I will always cover the real me.
By: Jennifer Golden
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Dark Thoughts
PoetryThese are all short poems I have wrote in the last couple of years. Dark thoughts from a truthful dark and maybe twisted scared mind.
