They asked;
“How can you still smile like this?”
“How are you fine about this?”
And all I could do is,
Smile, laugh and pretend it's okay
Until they started think
Until they started to say;
“She's fine, she's always like that”
“Don't mind her. She won't react at all”
“Maybe she's just heartless”
Saying things like that
And I would still smile
Because if I let them hear my mind
They'll be scared as I am
My shriek
My screams
My pain
My nausea
They no nothing, yet they said it as if they know it all.
Don't they know, everyone is screaming
They just wouldn't listen ")
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I don't Know How To Talk To You
ПоэзияFor those who have a mind full of shits but can't find words to express it.
