Tears

I don’t want to feel sad anymore.

Jealous of those i see walking past me; smiling.

Because I know that the ones I possess are just cover-ups.

How is it that in a crowd so many people, I still feel all alone.

I just want it to end.

I want to be happy.

Fears.

Mood Swings.

Up

Down

Up

Down

Like a seesaw.

How much longer can I hide the pain.

How much longer can I go.

I have to be strong.

I need to face this without them seeing my real face.

Reviews

[Bloody_Stars]

wow, this is really good. i feel like this sometimes. it was kinda worse in high school. but i understand what your going through, at least the surface. its a great poem :)