A Venting Poem.

The tears stream down my face
As the pain burns inside
Like a thousand flames on fire,
Is it just the tricks in my mind?

I walk along the corridor,
Sleeves pulled completely down,
A hot and beautiful day,
My insides teared apart.

Walking along with my head down,
I get nudged and someone says hi,
I blink the tears away,
And smile my normal lie

As soon as they look away,
My tears continue to fall,
I hug my arms close,
And wish the day over.

The first bell rings,
My night mare begins,
I run back outside,
Only to be found

My friend stops me,
Asking me whats wrong,
I smile and say nothing
And continue my escape

She runs after me,
Making me stop,
We go into the corridor,
I slump against the wall

Tears stream down my face,
So many people around
I force myself to stop,
My sadness wont be found

The bell rings again,
We go into class,
Five minutes and the bell goes again,
The nightmare continues

Walking outside,
'whats wrong your about to cry?'
'nothing im fine'
I smile and say,
Knowing its such a bad lie

They make me promise them,
Everythings ok, to swear on my life,
I do.

I swore a lie on my life,
And im still not dead,
Where did I go wrong?
Maybe its better left unsaid.