People look at me
And they admire me
They think
That just because
I appear uninterested,
Unaffected
I feel nothing
And hear nothing
But, man, wouldn't I be happier
If I couldn't hear
The disgust in your voice
As you talk about me
The hatred in your eyes
As you look towards me
Cause as much as I try
Not to let anything affect me
My minds seems to always let it
It repeats your words
And creates worse ones
It finds joy in my pain.
So, next time, maybe,
Don't think that just because
My cheeks are now dry
Means they always have been
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Fragments Of A Broken Mind
PoetryJust a collaboration of all my poetry. They're all pretty sad, though. So, if you're looking for something to cheer you up, this ain't it. Don't forget to leave your feedback :)) And vote, please. Helps me know you liked it. And I'm kinda insecure...
