Plans were made,
Plans that couldn't be changed
A day out with friends,
Playing dress up and pretend
A friend never seen,
Paired with another overly joyful
While the day is jubilant,
Just as the pairs shared smiles
Unfortunately underneath is a different story,
A practiced and perfected smile and laugh,
Thrown on her face before she leaves the house
The role played so often,
She hardly notices it herself
The only standing warning,
For this overcoming sensation
Is the lonesome feeling,
Despite being surrounded
The knowledge that something is wrong,
She should feel happy and loved at the days plans
Yet she still feels helpless and alone,
Sad and misunderstood.
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A Misunderstood Understanding
PoetryMy book of poetry; this ranges in genres, but seems to focus on the depressing side of things. There are some trigger warnings... marked with a *
