Fake

Oh, people make their promises,
To listen to my plea's
But no one will ever realize,
What's aching inside of me

You all say I look different,
That I am getting far to thin ..
But it's not because I'm tired
And not because of "him"

My body feels so weak,
From fingers down my throat
Some days i wish i could stop,
I thought i would be able to cope

..but

I'll put on my loving smile,
When you ask me how i am
And I'll tell you i am great!
And lie as much as i can

This is my hidden agenda,
My everlasting pain
No matter how much i try
My life will never be the same

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I tried to rework this stupid poem that i wrote years ago on here, and I've come to the conclusion that it isn't worth fixing HAHA!. I will write a nice pleasant poem to celebrate my return to P&Q another day.
[I am not depressed either, Stephi]