Hurting on the inside
Pretending on the outside
Everyone can see my depression
no matter hard I try to hide it
I try to hide the loneliness and oppression
Some are born to delight
Yet some of us are walking zombies
some are born to endless fright
They can see it
those of us who are not as lucky
We walk around seeing the world for what it is
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly: A Book Of Poetry
PoetryEach part is a different poem. These are mostly sad gothic poems I wrote. I hope you like them.
