I've given up on lying
Saying I'm fine
What good does it do?
Nothing that's right
Cause then I have to act happy
And that's difficult...I know
In the end I tell the truth
No... I'm not alright
I don't know why I tell people
Is it really any of their business?
Did they need to know? Was it necessary?
No... not really
Now they are just another person
That has a piece of my story
They can use it in whatever way they want
Yeah... it's scary
So I guess in the end
It would be better to say I'm fine
Save's any trouble that could be caused
Guess what I'm going to say from now on
I guess if I know you care
You'll know when something's wrong
But... I think a lot of people care
I don't know anymore
There's one thing I hate about myself
I trust people too easily
And it's going to cause me so many problems
It's such a bad habit... that's so hard to get rid of
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This Is Me (Poetry)
PoetrySome of these poem's are personal poems and mean something to me. Others are poems that I have been inspired to write and don't apply to me. I tend to write sad poems. But occasionally there's a happy one.
