The truth about me

by thing3   Feb 8, 2007


Its all an act,
every word, every line,
the happiness, the joy,
but none of it mine.

my face is a mask,
holding back the tears,
no one knows the true me,
the lies, the fears.

id like to get lost,
in the real me,
because there i am strong,
there i am free.

but thats just a fantasy,
in a make believe world,
when i come back to earth,
I\'m still a broken weak girl.

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  • 17 years ago

    by June

    This touched my heart ,its sad but sweet.A beautiful write ,keep it up ,take care.

  • 17 years ago

    by tryinXtoXholdXmyXheadXup

    I feel this way to i was it was easier to be my self and to let others in on all the pain and the tears great poem well written

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