03/30/19
12:07pm
no one thinks of what goes on inside his mind
they only notice how unkind
he is
yet
women are blinded
and still fall for his shit
but he's got a whole universe
going on inside
the hopes for the future that keep his eyes lit
the lines he has to rehearse
to get every girl
and the people he leaves, they despise it
how he can seem so happy, i can't surmise it
but no one seems to see the anxiety in his chest rise
the pain that he hides
the fire behind his eyes
no
the shadow in his expression
his grueling therapy sessions
nobody knows
about the boy behind the mask
because nobody ever
thought to simply ask.
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Trouble
Horrorcrazy poems for my self by my self for when my self is bored or horny or tired or sad not based off any real events in life sadly (hopefully not for long hmu 😏😏 god i'm awful) but a lot of these are about fûcking if this is ever published, please...
