I spill my heart out on a page
But you wouldn't get it
Wrapped up in the hum of "understanding"
But just as quickly forget it
I broke my heart to fix yours
But you wouldn't know it
Then you give me a piece back
Of mine just to show it
I hide you from reality
But you wouldn't see it
You look at my past and enjoy
At the same time I try to flee it
I keep my tears bottled up
But you could never find them
They lie in the very place
That my smiles try to bind them
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Maybe I'm Just Getting Older
PoetryLove, anxiety, hope, fear, identity, and pain are all things that we experience while growing up. This is a collection of poetry from my personal experience being a teenager and some poems about books I have read. Feel free to critique my poetry or...
