You see the flowers in my hair,
not the madness in my head.
You hear the laughter in my voice,
not the words dying inside.
You feel my kind, gentle soul,
Not my sharp, broken heart.
Behind everyone you know is someone you don't.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Don't Have To Rhyme
PoetryIf you don't like poems that don't rhyme then don't read this. Also there's probably a lot of grammar errors.
