Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Every days a happy day
don’t feel good ‘til I lie
Never feel good, I might do cry
Weeping acid until I die

Why do I feel this way
Never good in any way
Never enough for myself
Put my feelings on the shelf

writing this with a smile
But sad inside all-the-while
You’re standing
Protector over me
I’m staying
Smiling happily

I try to stay strong
Try to be brave
But I can’t be strong
I just feel so fake

I fear myself
I fear my mind
I fear everything you’ll find

No I don’t hurt myself
At least not anymore
When in the mirror
I don’t see myself
I’m not me anymore

I don’t like worrying people
That you know and see
So I don’t open up to people
They don’t know the real me

They see a mask
A mastered charade
I feel like a actor
This is my trade

theres no chorus
no melody
Is this what the world had planned for me?
  
This isn’t the end of me.
My very first poem

— The End —