I am smiles on the outside, a swirling storm within
I surround myself with people, but I really need a friend
Fake a smile so they don't see
Why aren't I happy like I used to be?
The world asks of me this:
Please others and leave no time for me
There is much you have missed
I'm not the person that I let them see
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we live alone in our brains
PoesiaDo we grow up and find ourselves? Meaning that we only claim what has already been discovered? Or, do we get to create ourselves? Here is a collection of a lonely person's thoughts that explore these questions.
