Smiling. Being someone I am not. It gets tiring...
One day I am not going to pretend. To laugh and smile and talk and act as if everything is just fine.
Because once I stop and take off the mask. Everyone will see the girl that goes to bed wishing to not wake up. The one that knows she was a screw up from before she existed. The girl who cries and screams in the shower. The one from the time she gets home to the time she leaves is hoping she will get the courage to run away. They will see the girl that is weak.
But for now I am happy to everyone else. I am strong and funny.
I wonder how long I have till I break?
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PoetryThis book is... different. All who read question life and its surroundings. Everyone who passes by will go on with the same mind process of how the world works as they have always had. This story-- These thoughts may make you question whats right a...
