aching, tired, weary.
Pain?
Me?
Why ever me? My pain shrinks.
Never, oh never would that happen.
At least that's what everyone else thinks.
I cover my feelings with a mask of happiness.
Trying to hide,
Trying to shield myself from deadliness
Of my heart.
I sit here thinking, wondering, I feel,
I feel dumbstruck.
Like Alice, curious, wondering,
Wondering what's going on in this wonderland of emotions.
I feel stuck.
I don't even know who I am,
Myself!
But apparently everyone else does.
At least that's what everyone else thinks.
Me.
Me.
Me, myself, and I.
Am I the one or am I three?
No one will ever know.
Well, maybe,
Just maybe,
Everyone else will.
Remember I'm happy!
Happy.
Happy?
Am I really?
At least that's what everyone else thinks.
I wrote this in 6th grade, and just found it in my old journal.