Tears falling down
Moving trying to avoid the crowd
Public excuse me
Head held high
Maybe no one would notice my red eyes
No one would even pay attention or care why
Ill go to the back
No one would hear my cries
Please excuse me
These are my public excuses
Not really knowing why
Hurry up and wipe the tears away
Looking down at the past scars
Covered by new ones
Yet so far
No one hasnt seen them
Excuse me
These are my public excuses
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Gain Pain
PoetryYour mind tells stories of all things. Your mind believes whatever you want it to believe. Some right or wrong, some absolutely right, some thoughts suicidal, depressed, and dark. This is a tell all of the mind or at least what's going on in mines.
