Self-Created Misery

No one knows the pain I feel;
I smile to the world as if
I am not falling apart within.

Smell the roses, they say,
but all I feel are the thorns
making me bleed inside.

Maybe this is my own hell,
self-created misery
that scorches all my hope.

Perhaps this isn’t how I have to live.

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Inspired by: “Amy Says” by Flyleaf

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Great work! SS

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