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My hidden self I feel misunderstood,
Like no one around,
Can see past my smile to the part of me
That is killing me slowly.
I feel as if, if they could see they wouldn't care.
They would leave me to lie there,
In the depths of darkness,
To the raging sea inside of me.
I am misunderstood.
I am more than you see..
There's so much more to me.
Yet, no one understands.
That leaves scars, and they are deep.
Sometimes, I think it is me.
I build up walls no man could scale,
I don't let people in, for I am afraid they will fail,
And break my heart, make me frail
Maybe one day someone will prevail.
They might post my bail, and set me free,
Help me live happily.
Is it possible for someone to really understand
All these things, all my plans?
One day soon it will be my day.
To be understood, to laugh and play.
On that day you will hear me pray.
No more tears is what I'll say!
I read this 4 times start to
I read this 4 times start to finish. For some odd reason I just really like how it flows.
Thank you!
Thank you!
"Up close and personal" with
"Up close and personal" with the fact we all live our lives unconscious of the fact we are dying constantly as we live. It's all about just how attention we choose to give to each side of the axis. When we are good and ready, (or sometimes bad and ready...lol), it happens, and who is there to catch it usually doesn't matter to a hill of beans! It comes out no matter what/who/where!!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "