I've never been the real me.
And I don't know how to be.
It's like I gave myself away to people,
And they seem to know my life better than me.
And for all I know is that I'm a puppet to their string.
And I Didn't knew what it felt to be me.
Didn't knew what it felt to be free
Now that I'm crying in dark
And smiling through life.
Living in pretence,
Just for the world
Slowly dying with pain,
Inside the dark place of my lonely heart.
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FaKe FaIrYtAlE {PoEmS} ✓✓
Poetry"They say they care. But they judge and stare" A collection of self-written poems. 🖤
