by Anonymously Anonymous27 Sep 2016
You can't cry, they'll call you weak,
You can't shout, they'll consider you want to compete.
You can't express, they'll just call you depressed,
You can't write, you've lost all the strength.
Yet, you laugh,
At those who say they'll be with you for miles.
You know the promises are broken,
Yet the oaths are taken,
People's characters are mistaken.
You're dead inside, like all the poems you read,
You find yourself confused between your wants and needs.
If just they'd understand,
Just they'd hear,
The one I'm showing you today,
Isn't me but a fake wear.