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Aug 2013
The air in my room is too still
It gets hard to breath properly
And the princesses on my wall
They seemed like a good idea at the time
But they wont stop twirling now
Mocking me with their grace
And how all their stories end with a smile
And how I end every night
preaching to a world that doesn't care
Plastering memories on my wall
Seemed like it would make me happier
That it would remind me that
I can be happy
But all it does is remind me that
I am not happy now
And faking a smile can get tiring
But I heard somewhere if you smile enough
You become happy
Maybe I'm just now there yet
Maybe I will be soon
The princesses have it lucky
They were drawn with a smile
They don't know any different
They don't know what they are witnessing
When they watch me sleep
Mia Eugenia
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Mia Eugenia
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