Hot as Ice, Cold as Fire

Keep Up the Act

This chapter is a bit darker than the last two and has mentions of depression and drug use. You have been warned

Playing Pretend

How do they laugh,
when others cry?
How could they leave,
me to die?

Why do they think,
I'm really okay?
Why do I cry,
every single day?

When will the days,
get brighter again?
When can I stop,
playing pretend?

Smile

I can paint on a smile,
But my paint contains lead.
I could pop a few pills,
But it's all in my head.
I could wear a mask,
But it wouldn't be real.
I can paint on a smile,
But that's not how I feel.

     I'm really, really sorry this took me so long to update. I haven't been writing much lately and I've been super busy. I can't guarantee another update soon but I hope you all have a happy winter, and that any holiday you celebrate, or have already celebrated, is wonderful and joyous. I realize now the poems maybe should have been about the holidays but... I'm not changing them. So anyways, happy holidays, thanks for reading this.

-AnarchyOnPaper