Watch me make my grand exit,
With a wink over my shoulder,
And inside feel my flipside,
Get a little colder.
I laugh and joke just like they do,
They've never seen the pain,
To them I'm the stongest link,
But I'm slowly going insaine.
Everyone else must evacuate first,
I'm the hand helping the way,
And no one thinks to ask perfection,
If she'll be okay.
What would happen if I spoke?
If I'd die would they ever know,
That every smile and escapade,
Was nothing more than a show?
| wow. This defiently hit the nail on the head for me. Like i smile and laugh and joke with my friends, but inside i feel nothing of the sort. Part of me wants them to know, and part of me doesn't. But if they can't realize that all i am is a mask than why should i bother showing them the real me. |
I think you did a great job in portraying your emotions in this poem. But you really aren't alone in the way you think. And i'll have you know, my nickname with friends is the 'shrink' i really listen.
PM me if you can't talk to your friends. ^_^
|| Posted on 2008-03-07 00:00:00 | by WhY-dO-yOu-CrY | [ Reply to This ] |