I am not who I am
As the one says to self.
In front of the people
I'll say, I deny myself.
I am wearing a mask,
The mask of happiness.
For me to hold back
The true face of sadness.
I laugh in the day,
And cry in the night.
Those tears that I cry
Turned stars in the moonlight.
I show them my smile,
To hide them my sorrow.
I'll make them happy,
So that they won't know.
They will never know
My true identity.
But I can't stop it
This mischievous anxiety.
I feel pain, fear and worry,
I hope they won't notice it.
The people aren't aware,
But I won't even admit.
I've been piggybacking,
Some bloodthirsty demons.
Causing this sadness
And endless abominations.
They feed on my soul,
And rest in my mind.
While I'm still searching,
For the joy that I can't find.
But I'll carry the burden
No matter how heavy,
No matter how cruel
this material world can be.
The real me is hidden,
Deep inside my heart.
Where there are scars
And wounds that tear apart
Living with heartaches,
I see myself.
In front of the people,
Saying, I deny myself
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Notapoem
PoetryA book that contains my old and recent poems that shares different thoughts and emotions. The book was planned to contain one hundred pieces of written poetry to be considered as a successful work.
