I've never embraced the pain, but eventually it just became something I lived with. Something I've always walked around covering up like a bad scar, if we are being honest I never thought the pain and darkness would follow me around this far. If somebody were to look closely enough they could see the scars in my arms from those nights where the pain caught up with me. They'd be able to see the scarred layer of me, the layer of me that I keep tucked away with a confident disguise to the outside and to myself with some simple lies.
When I look in the mirror sometimes I don't know who I am anymore. I shove all of the emotions out because it seems to be what let's me be me, but I'm alone now and the cracks are forming in my outward appearance. People are beginning to see these cracks noticing that maybe he's not okay, noticing that I'm not as perfect as I make out to be and that my self image isn't as good as I make it seem.
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The Words I Never Said
ПоэзияI started writing some of these poems in 2018 after homecoming of my sophomore year. I felt heart broken after being rejected but found an outlet for my pain after reading some poetry online. I began writing and found that I quite enjoyed doing it a...
