~Façade~

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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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