I'll never let them see how broken I truly am.
Silent tears roll down my cheek but they only see my smile. It's fake. Everything i do is a lie, I'm hiding my true feeling keeping them bottled up inside.
I laugh to disguise the pain I feel but I'll never let them see how broken I truly am.
They all ask if I'm okay. I simply say "I'm fine", but I'm not.
I don't think I'll ever be.
I'm struggling to keep a happy face when my world is slowly falling to pieces, but I'll never let them see how broken I truly am.
Sometimes I wish I could have support, yet I'm unwilling to tell anyone about my troubles. I wish someone would wrap their arms around me so I'd know that it'd be okay, but I'll never let them see how broken I truly am.
I've never let anyone close to me, at least not close enough for them to know my deep dark secrets. It'd be nice to have that one day.
Maybe one day I'll let them see how broken I truly am.
M.Vasquez
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Struggling but Surviving
PoesíaPoetry and short stories written. I try to make them relatable as possible but who knows. I hope you can enjoy them!