My eyes are open,
And the truth was still,
As life showed me what was real,
It all makes sense,
Now that it is revealed,
Won't shed another tear,
Even though sadness is near,
Maybe this is the way,
Life should appear,
Not hid behind a smile,
Or a screen of pain,
But right in front of you,
And stop the rain,
What you see,
Is not always true,
Wicked surprises,
Creep out of the blue,
Life is a test,
That I plan to past,
And some things,
Don't always last,
But your actions speak louder than words,
So only that will determine,
What truly occurs,
Show what you truly feel,
And then you will be shown,
What is Real.
YOU ARE READING
Eruption
Poetrypoems. [READ PLEASE] i wrote most of this in the sixth grade. just saying.