I hate it.
I cannot say anything about it, for I am small to them.
I have no say, no mind of my own.
I can't express my anger, at least not physically.
I can only express it with sadness, angry tears.
It feels like acid on my cheeks as the tears roll down.
It burns, Everywhere.
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The Real Me
PoetryI may seem happy, but not really. I smile through the pain and cry deep inside. The world can be a horrible place and the people too, but I keep on living.
