The End

by AnaBelle   May 10, 2011


I'm not who I
Appear to be,
A laughing joyful
Human being.

My life is so full
Of lies and fears,
That my days end
Sorrows and tears.

I need the pain
But can't stand to see,
The worried looks
All directed at me.

Days roll by
I don't like living,
So the razor
Keeps on giving.

I hate this game
My life's and act,
My friends are happy
The opposites attract.

I don't like sticking out
I try to fit inn,
But it's so tough
Where to begin?

I used to be
a happy child,
But wanting to be liked
Has made me vile.

All bottled up
They lay inside,
Its from my feelings
I run and hide.

I wish it would end
This lasting trial,
I need to decide
To make it final.

Should I stay
Or should I go,
What others think
I'll never know.

I end this here
So sudden, so fast,
We all knew
It would never last.

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  • 13 years ago

    by AnaBelle

    That was the intended result...

  • 13 years ago

    by Milo

    Sad really.

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