A little tired of being the sacrifice and not the first prize.
The dress everyone tries on but never takes to the till to buy.
A little broken from always being the bulls eyes after being nothing but kind.
The card always swiped covering everyone else's expenses but any thought of settling the debt is automatically declined.
Not able to be aligned with my own mind
for it intertwined with analysed questions that always end up in why?
You can see it in my eyes it's becoming harder to hide and if I'm honest, I am too tired of the lie.
Trying really hard to be feeling slightly more than past fine.
To be this happy day of sunshine when all I feel is the life inside of me continuously die:
It shatters more than once every fortnight.
Still I convince my mind that it's going to be worth one more try and I'll reach that high but I am just high and dry.
Air barely does its job to pacify and still the feeling in my mind is, " wouldn't it be nice to have their actions reflect my significance to them?"
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Truthful Hypocrisy
PoetryA collection of self written poems. For the lonely, For the broken hearted, Beautiful well meaning beings looking for their own pure hearts feelings.
