CAN ANYONE BE REAL?!?
I live in a pool of lies
people say things just to make me happy
too bad it doesn't work
I like the truth
I say this when my life is a lie
no one know that real me
to them
I'm Clare the hyper happy one
when really I'm not
People tell me masks are bad
I have been wearing one for so long
I don't think i can take it off
I don't really think my friends want me to take it off
They would like it.
Trust me
Everyone wants something
love, compassion, friendship, appeal, or just attention
I think I started this lie cause I wanted attention
Now its too late to go back
no one will ever know the real me
The girl who crys herself to sleep everynight
The girl who deserves to go to a mental institute
The girl who doesnt truely know right from wrong
The girl who is just utterly confused
The girl who would kill anyone before they killed her
Its too late...
Maybe she can come out later
Maybe she should stay in forever
It might save some lives.
Might save my own
Author notes
not literally kill.
And dont try and help.
there is noo point.
whatever. no need to say anything.
Comments
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0I like it, we should be friends
I can't change you're school life anymore so i'll listen anytime (:
we should for sure work harder on hanging out!? -
besides the mellow atmosphere we have going on,
this poem might be one of your best.
i believe sadness, pain, anger, & hatred provoke the best poems out of ppl.
but thats besides the point.
i dont believe these lines, tho u may say otherweise:
The girl who would kill anyone before they killed her
&
people say things just to make me happy
&
The girl who deserves to go to a mental institute
The girl who doesnt truely know right from wrong
maybe u feel all these things. but i dont believe any of them.
ppl do not just say things to make u happy. ppl say things they mean,
at least, OUR ppl say things they mean.
&& theyre supposed to make u happy...
thats the point of a compliment.
shut up. no one deserves a mental institute except the demonpossessed.
u are not demon possessed or u wouldnt be writing this.
& u wrote this, therefore u do not belong in an institute, tho it may seem like it.
u know right from wrong. i kno u do.
because ur trying so hard to stop gossipping,
ur still reading the bible.
u still care about ppl, && u wrote this poem because ur afraid ur wrong.
u just think ur confused about everything when rlly,
its all right there in front of u.
all u need to do is wait for the dust to settle,
calm down take a breather, listen to those songs i sent u.
&& ull be ok.
not fine, but ok for the moment.
ull have an hour or two of happiness,.
trust me. this wont end until jesus comes back.
maybe i sound liike a bible banger or some freak who stands on the streets screaming taht everyones screwed.
but i swear im not.
im only trying so desperately to help u.
because i love u.
call me up, right now, 2 am idc, ill pick up if u call 10 times :] every single time.
idc if i have a huge test the next day.
call me. i swear keep calling until i pick up.
i need u to call.
i need u to tell me whats wrong.
not everything.
just wahts wrong.
plz, clare, or at least tell someone,
ur mom, ryan, a teacher.
idc just someone.
God too. but someone human too plz.
dont leave us confused here.
we need u.
i need u.
dont leave me just yeet alright? :T
i love u.
bii.,
ps. good poem.
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