I'm What They Want Me To Be
On the outside I'm laughing,but on the inside I'm crying.
On the outside I'm living, but on the inside I'm dying.
the outside I'm full of joy,but on the inside I'm so empty,
and because I feel this way even I resent me.
On the outside I think I'm loved,
but on the inside I know I'm not even liked.
I like living life on the outside,even though I know it's not right.
On the outside I write poetry,but on the inside I'm telling you my story.On the outside it seems as if people listen,
but when important things are said,they don't pay attention.
On the outside I'm praying for help,but wondering if God still hears.Wondering why my pillows are so wet,filled with all my tears.On the outside I smile, and try to play pretend,
but that's because no one really cares.No one on the outside is looking in. On the outside I cover up bruises with bandages,
but on the inside I'm still not healed.
2007-06-11
15:18:24
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Mz. Legit
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