Happiness is only skin deep.
The number of times I'm;
Screaming,
Crying,
Dying,
on the inside.
And the onlookers;
My friends,
Teachers,
Mother.
Everyone thinks im holding my head above the water.
But An "A+", can still feel like you're failing,
And talking to people everyday can still leave you feeling alone.
Being ok
has never been,
and never will be
a straight line.
But when the bad moments go from every now and then;
To once a month,
Week,
Day.
Getting out of bed becomes the biggest chore of your life.
And the smile you wear
is perfectly painted on
in a
beautiful
bright
Red.
The shinning in your eye is just the glitter you meticulously press into your lids.
And you can't leave without every perfect detail,
because if you arent in your battle armour
everyone
will see you start to crack
and break.
In a man eats man world,
With a heart of gold,
And the understanding of a lifetime of pain.
Going through the motions is
endless,
and awful,
and draining.
I will never assert myself
or take my place
at the expense of
another.
Yet the whole world,
will throw itself,
at me
to see me fail.
When it was never my goal to succeed anyway.
They always teach you to be the best,
To never let anyone surpass you,
and when they do
you have to be better;
Work harder,
Get stronger.
Yet the best I have is all I can give. And while im willing to work,
Im not willing to go out of my way to be told im not good enough,
Because I tell myself that everyday.
I do not belong here,
Because I will never belong here.
I was raised
and I'll live
and I'll die
knowing this was never
my place.
Yet its you who wants to brand it on my forehead for the whole world to see,
When all I ever wanted was to just be ok.
Mediocrity isn't a death sentence.
But trying to be like the rest of you should be.
C. G.
YOU ARE READING
No one is there
Poetrypoetry book. all the things I've written that I could never say out loud. Some topics may be difficult for some people so check for disclaimers .
