Even when im like the
Girls with the pretty clothes and faces.
Perfect faces and boyfriend even if
I was close i could never be.
I'm to different.
To ugly
To smart or dumb
The keys in my board
The tears in my eyes
As they watch them fall
As I loose and gain it all
What's the point of
Makeup when I still feel ugly inside?
Play along with the fake smile.
Just a
Girl who wants
To be heard.
I'd love for a question a
Comment of
Any
Sort.
Just listen and take
My words to
Your heart.
Alone and Sad fills
My soul as I give
More and more.
Hear me as I change
Heal the pains
See threw my glass house and into my heart.
Hear me....
Hear my heart and it's last beat.
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Poems from a liar
PoetryPoems on topics that everyone deals with. When your sad and want someone to understand read a poem and smile :P