Hear Me
What I appear is not who I am.
Who I pretend to be will never be mine.
All the thunder I send you way,
Is really just a patter of light rain.
Every thing I do I try to do for good reason.
My shell is so hard, that no one ever knows the true me.
You think you know me, but you just know parts.
Each thing you know, there is another trap behind.
Everything I feel seems fake, everything I do is wrong.
I am calling out to someone, but no one will ever hear.
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365 Days (Poetry)
Poetry365 Days. There are 365 days in a year. That is 364 normal days, and the lucky 1 day, that is astounding. These are poems of MY 365 days, my life. However, this will not be 365 poems, because wattpad doesn't allow that... it will be 36 poems, and o...
