Do they see her tears?
Can they sense all her fears?
All the raindrops running down her face
As the sadness leaves its trace
Like a maze running down her face
Even tho she still smiles with grace
Although, I imagine the teras like crack's in her mask
Should I ask?
Just a single strips of the real person under her mask
Even tho she fixed the crack
You can see her being to drawback
From the people who saw the real her
And, it all gone in a blur
Did you imagine it?
Would she admit?
To keeping her demons at bay
It all seems kind of gray
She's not okay
No matter what she might say
She starts to see all her actions replay
If they knew her pain would they stay?
Will they try, and help?
Or, do they think she'll get self-help?~ L.F
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Pieces of me
PuisiIn these, I Put pieces of me Some might think there crappy But it doesn't bother me Because not everyone has to agree I write to let my thoughts free Writing always helped me feel carefree They might not be that happy Some might even be a bi...
