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Anne Faye
Poems
Mar 2015
Everyone else
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.
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Anne Faye
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