reflections
March 29th, 2011 poem – dont know the real me

In the stillness of the night i sit alone and cry how did my life come to this wondering if i should live or die nothing makes sense anymore even breathing has become a chore everyone thinks im someone else yet the real me cant be seen or felt i live in fear of what my future holds the place im in is so dark and cold i just want to be happy but that was never meant to be i put on a fake smile for the world to see but noone will ever know what its like to really be me

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