Smiling is a silly chore
Can i do it anymore?
I pretend to be happy
No one see's the real me.
I wish i were a living-dead
So no more tears are shed
Fighting the mirror image i see
But so much negativity.
My mind is lost in stormy clouds
Where's the sun i need now?
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Broken Minds
PoetryThe broken hearted, the absent minded, the invisible and hurt. We are all broken in some way.
