I'm smiling when your here,
But I'm shaking with fear.
Cause what if you see,
The mask, the smile,
That hides the freak.
I don't need you to tell me,
I know that I'm weak.
The feeling of fear,
It's nothing rare.
Cause I'm just a scared little boy,
A child's broken toy.
That's why there's a mask,
No one see's, so no one ask.
So even if you smile,
No can see that you lie.
YOU ARE READING
suicidal thoughts poems
PoesíaThis is not a story but a book of poems, my wonderful friends gave me the idea so thank u guys hope you enjoy reading these poems as much as I enjoyed writing them for you.
