No one sees the real me, the me I keep hidden under a smile for its awful and stained. For its been ripped and torn.
Everyone that I open up to adds to the pain when they leave because they saw even just a bit of my darkness.
I'm like a once happy photo that now contains only sad, unwanted memories now. Never looked at in the same way.
I've plastered a smile on my face like wallpaper over a stained wall. It covered up the stains and was beautiful until it started pealing away.
The ugly wall started showing through more and more.
The real me is seeping through the cracks in my facade and keeping it in is becoming harder and harder everyday.
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The Truth
PoetryThese aren't for pity or attention so don't give it to me. I write these because they are how I feel, no matter how bad they are. If you don't like it then don't read. ~Warning~ If you do not feel comfortable reading things that have to do with depr...
