Another masquerade in false circumstance

Everyday get worse and makes me cry,

Maybe I should get ready for goodbye,

No one wants to listen to a broken heart,

Which is setting me apart,

I play is off as if I'm always fun,

But things change when the day is done,

The tears I cry are never seen,

The pain of a broken heart is never clean,

I can be the happy girl people want to see,

But putting on that act--isn't me,

I can't help but cry and be sad,

I've done something wrong making you mad,

Crying myeself to sleep is nothing new,

There is really nothing else I can do,

Writing like this makes me better,

Although--my pillow keeps getting wetter,

Why can't I be happy like my friends,

Their bad days tie up there loose ends,

All I want is to be heard,

To have people listen and get every word,

Maybe my day will come,

When my expressed writing will be done,

But until that lost day,

This journal is my only way to say,

What my heart and tears say,

Has my willingness to be happy,

Gone away with tears?

Comment what you like...if you dont like it, go ahead, make fun...i can give two shits

**allie**

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