We're all broken inside
Just trying to use humor to hide
The pain
And shame
That we feel because we're not the same
Everyone else seems so perfect
And it fills me with regret
Because I can't ever be like them
But maybe they're just the same
Trying to use humor
To hide their shame
And pain
But they know how to hide it better
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of the Wounded
Poetry//Poetry written by the pained// I keep thinking That if I keep whispering These terrible thoughts to this wind Maybe I'd see the meaning in something again //Cover by the amazing @anixkuh//
