Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
It won't be happy
It won't be pretty
The way I act
Makes me seem happy
It makes me seem fine
But look into my eyes
There you will see
See the hurt
See the hate
In my eyes I will seem distant
Look into my eyes
There you will see everything
Everything I hold inside
There you will see me
YOU ARE READING
My Nightmare of being forgotten
PoesíaLet me tell you a story of what i think fear can be. . . . . .
