Everyday means another fake smile I have to give,
Another fake mask I have to wear,
Another day of lies.
I try to hide the fact that I miss him,
That I'm hurt and upset,
But somehow everyone seems to pick up on it,
Like it's painted all over my face.
They ask if I cried,
And me being me,
I want to be the strong girl,
So I give a small smile and ignore the question.
I guess love is my weakness,
One of the only things that can hurt me.
I love to easily,
I let people in to easily,
And that backfires on me.
I'm my own hero,
But it seems that my heart is my weakness.
I never seem to have control,
I just can't seem to stop it from loving people that don't love me.
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Poems With Reason
PoetryThese are just some of my works, when I'm down or angry I like to think and write a poem.. I guess it just helps. I'm sure most of you will relate to them, especially if you've been through the shitty ups and downs of high-chool and life at home.
