Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain,
hiding the tears that fall like rain.
Saying I'm fine when I'm anything but.
This ache in my soul rips at my gut.
My skin is on fire; I burn from within.
The calm on my face is an ongoing sin.
The world must stay out; I've built up a wall.
My fragile lie shall collapse should I ever let it fall.
Loneliness consumes me; it eats away the years.
Until my life is swallowed by unending fears.
Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask
and care enough to move it; is that too much to ask?
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Inspiration: Not much to say really, I'm sure the poem says it all, but in case you didn't get the hint I've been emotional lately.
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The Mind of the Middle
PoésieThis is just a big old book full of edgy and cringy poems. I used to write poetry on my old account but never got around to writing some on this account. A good friend of mine got me into poetry again so here it is! Read at your own will.
