Who are you is that something you're asking?
A smile on my face is something I'm masking
A fake can break, crack under pressure.
You ask if i cut and bleed for my own pleasure.
This pain that I feel is nothing that can be measured.
A deer in the headlight, A crow in the dead.
The voices in my mind their alive in my head.
My actions controlled, my words rehearsed.
No need for a ambulance a doctor or a nurse.
Know who you are or live with this curse.
YOU ARE READING
Simply Relatable.
PoetryEnjoy the simple relatable poems. You know how you feel. But try to get other to know how you feel is almost impossible. Turn to a world a world to get lost in a world full of emotion.
