I used to be someone,
Innocent.
I used not to know what the world was like,
To begin with.
Forever to be that way,
But things began to change.
When I started to hurt and,
So, I began to put up a smile,
I am hiding the natural face that I could give someone.
But no one seems to understand me.
So behind the scene,
I began to cry a lot,
facing troubled waters,
on my own.
I couldn't bear what the world taught me,
I started to hide my bruises and my scars,
so I could begin with a smile,
Only at the scene of the crime.
Behind the scene,
I am a different me.
You wouldn't believe you're own eyes.
I could fake a laugh and feel no remorse or guilt.
I wish you well,
but behind the scene,
It is always going to be the true me.
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Author:
Princy Prince (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 3rd, 2022 14:49
- Comment from author about the poem: Personal, and it is a raw feeling.
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
I’m sorry you feel this way . (
It is hard to cope, but I will be okay.
I´m sorry about the cards you were dealt but I sincerely hope that you don't let them define you
i wont let it define me
I´m sorry about the cards you were dealt but I sincerely hope that you don't let them define you
The man or woman in the mirror is always the hardest one to face. One must learn yo love and truly embrace that person.
i agree
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