Suppressed by my fears, I hide in my shell
and as the crowd cheers they still don't tell.
I make my world stop, rewind, and pause
but why can't I fast forward?
So then I can see, what the future has in store for me.
I do not know why, no one tells
That I'm sick of living in a place I call hell.
I know it sounds rude but what can I say?
I'll be a hypocrite if there was nothing to blame
Because in fact there is, but it's too long to write
so I make my poem short, so you don't lose sight.
I go on everyday carrying fake smiles, fake hello's
and fake hi's
but for certain I keep my dreamy eyes
because they keep me going everyday
wishing all of this would end
and knowing the best is hidden somewhere out there.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
Suppressed by my fears, I hide in my shell
and as the crowd cheers they still don't tell.
I make my world stop, rewind, and pause
but why can't I fast forward?
So then I can see, what the future has in store for me.
I do not know why, no one tells
That I'm sick of living in a place I call hell.
I know it sounds rude but what can I say?
I'll be a hypocrite if there was nothing to blame
Because in fact there is, but it's too long to write
so I make my poem short, so you don't lose sight.
I go on everyday carrying fake smiles, fake hello's
and fake hi's
but for certain I keep my dreamy eyes
because they keep me going everyday
wishing all of this would end
and knowing the best is hidden somewhere out there.
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