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I cry,
In the four walls in-between my room.
I go to school,
With a fake smile.
I cry,
When no one is looking,
To show no weakness.
I look at people,
With no light in my eyes,
But they don’t take any notice.
I cry,
Alone,
Looking to no one for support.
I cry,
Because no one remembers me,
And I try to forget about them,
But that means letting apart of me drift away.
It feels like,
I have too much on my shoulders,
And it is going to crush me soon.
I cry,
In my room,
And I hide behind a mask at school.
My cool mask,
Mask only cracked once,
And I cried,
Showing weakness to others.
But never again.
So now,
I cry,
Because I’m alone.
So now,
I cry,
Because I hate what I’ve become.
So now,
I cry,
Because I’m afraid to let anyone close.
So now,
I cry,
Because I want to forget about my past.
So now,
I cry,
Alone,
Afraid to let anyone close,
Because I want to forget.
So now,
I cry…
In the four walls in-between my room.
I go to school,
With a fake smile.
I cry,
When no one is looking,
To show no weakness.
I look at people,
With no light in my eyes,
But they don’t take any notice.
I cry,
Alone,
Looking to no one for support.
I cry,
Because no one remembers me,
And I try to forget about them,
But that means letting apart of me drift away.
It feels like,
I have too much on my shoulders,
And it is going to crush me soon.
I cry,
In my room,
And I hide behind a mask at school.
My cool mask,
Mask only cracked once,
And I cried,
Showing weakness to others.
But never again.
So now,
I cry,
Because I’m alone.
So now,
I cry,
Because I hate what I’ve become.
So now,
I cry,
Because I’m afraid to let anyone close.
So now,
I cry,
Because I want to forget about my past.
So now,
I cry,
Alone,
Afraid to let anyone close,
Because I want to forget.
So now,
I cry…
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Wow. This is definitely one of my favorites.
Very true in life and the poem itself was very very well made.
Terrific job.
Very true in life and the poem itself was very very well made.
Terrific job.