No
I'm not okay
What makes you think I am?
The smile?
On my fake happy facade?
Oh please
That's just a charade
The twinkle in my eyes?
Only a shameful masquerade
To cover up
Hide and wipe
The real tears behind
I sometimes smile
And act like nothing is wrong
It's called dealing with hell
And staying strong
My limbs are numb
I never knew you're this dumb
To not see the obvious
Are you seriously oblivious
To the fact I'm drowning
In my own sorrow and grief
I'm sinking
Or you just don't want to deal
With the sad me?
You think my broken pieces
Would hurt you
So you keep your distance
Not knowing the meaning of persistence
And I keep collecting my tears
In this very jar
Called my gloomy life
I keep it hidden so far
Wrapped in my silent screams
Supported with the sorrow that beams
So strongly you might actually go blind
As to hide it away from you
And your judgmental mouth
So you don't have to deal with
The sad me
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The inner voice
PoetryA collection of some of my poems :) **Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words ~ Robert Frost Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words ~ Edgar Allan Poe Painting is silent poetry and poetry is paint...
