Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 8
I sat there talking with people,
but I seem like an invisible figure.

No one listened, so I still sat there, with a happy smile;
Pushing back tears while filling my head with lies,
Whelving those feelings away as I put on;

A pitiful disguise.

"Believe me every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad."
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Written by
Brumous  King's guillotine
(King's guillotine)   
   Imran Islam and Bogdan Dragos
Please log in to view and add comments on poems