On the inside

Ummm,this is just my thoughts,its not really amazing,but I got to thinking about how my mother is when she is not on her medicine..So yeah...enjoy?

This stress I hold,

anger unfolds,

the tears stream down my face,

but never leave a trace.

You believe I am strong,

my outter shell that holds my heart,

is starting to fall a part.

Calm, and cool is what you see,

but on the inside,

its not what it seems.

 

Hope is still there,

slowly giving away.

All I fear,

is slowly coming near,

a mothers rage,

the depression,

and the anger,

mix with the bi-polar.

I know you`re two different people,

you try to hide,

you lie,

to cover up what is truly inside.

 

I am hurt,

this is true,

but the tears,

are a part of my fears,

something you will never see,

it lies inside,

where I cry,

as I die.

My feelings decayed,

as I grew up,

in this broken home,

I was left all alone.