Swallow those tears.
Turn your face away.
Blame the allergies.
Smile.
Show some teeth.
Laugh.
Put away all the insecurities.
The thoughts the demons whisper in my ears.
The terrible heartache that claws at your chest when you think of him.
The urge to yell and scream,
To burst into tears and punch a wall.
To be mean to everyone.
To prove that you're a *****.
Just stop.
Smile.
You are fine.
Pretend.
Fake it till you make it, right?
:)
no one cares anyways.
don't burden anyone.
don't let them come close and see the mess that you are.
you're gonna hurt them anyways.
...
Don't talk to me.
Sorry I lied.
This will be my last poem for a long time.
I'm sorry, I'm a liar.
I was taught since a very young age never to let people see who you are. Never let them see your cards. Hold your truths close to you and never let them see. Ever.
Thanks for 110.
Fight for you
By pia mia
