To the people who see me
And think I'm ok,
You see my mask
And the character I play.
The smile is fake,
The laughter hollow,
The humour weak,
The comfort shallow.
I give you what I need,
And get left with nothing.
My heart is heavy,
And my spirit is rotting.
My happiness is wilting,
And you can't see it.
Because I hide it,
So you won't feel it.
27/5/2020
YOU ARE READING
Poems?
PoetryPoems. I wrote em. They're not good. (the newer ones are a bit better)
