Hidden sorrow within the happiness,
The emotion behind me.
Me is someone lost in the crossfire,
Bits and Pieces given to everyone I meet,
Someone I’ve never met.
Of all the faces I wear,
I lost the one that was mine.
All that I can find is the hollow existence I live now.
The emotions so easily faked,
I’ve had years of practice.
Who are you
Comments
-
This was nicely done. I really enjoyed reading this.
Anyways. This was great. Keep up the good work.... -
-
Thank you...
-
-
hm....
i like it. simple yet very reveiling. I'm sure you are a diverse person. great write



