E.J.Foreman

inside the crazy

No One can see it, but it's there.

That invisible cloak that tries to choke me

It covers me up and holds down.

It makes me work hard to put on a front,

To make me appear normal when others are around.

They don't know the darkness inside 

The screams I hear 

And the voices I hide.

I feel so different but nobody knows 

But I'll play the game 

And put on a show

Because that's what they expect

It how my life goes



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