What makes me really smile?
Wish I could tell them...
but I couldn't do that to myself
I just smile and let go,
and just pretend I didn't hear you say so.
Are they fake are they real?
Even I can't say that anymore,
From whom did you get from,
Where did you steal?
You see, I got this habit,
Whenever I get emotional
My brain just covers my feelings
with glossy plastic smiles.
My bad life was never good
as it should be,
Instead of crying or showing anger
I laugh instead. For you guys,
laughing might be only for something funny
But for me, it means a lot already!
I laugh at myself,
when I cannot console
when nothing could be changed
when nobody comforts me.
I laugh at myself,
when people say I'm really unfortunate
with rough times I go through,
to ease all the pain.
I laugh at myself,
who couldn't understand
of how stupid that one could be
trying to be the nicest person
in this whole world.
Cutting the long story short,
It is just a method of hiding
all my feelings and burry
them really deep underground.
So that nobody will know me
how vulnerable I am
down in my heavy heart.
And all those times,
I've cried so hard
are now washed away
leaving with fresh smiles
to wear every day.
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My Poetry Collection
PoetryMy favorite pass time. I now have many of my own. Let me show you what real poetry means as you flip through the pages. So why not take a chance??? P.S: I can't believe this is blew up in just one day, but thank you for the love! (Duh, I still don't...
