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by liz Apr 16, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You'll never see these tears, never know my fears. behind these eyes, what you don't see lies. a broken heart, riped and torn apart. behind this smile, lies the pieces in a pile, and all the while what you see is so different from the real me. i wish you knew but i guess theirs nothing you could do. this smile will remain the same, as my mind goes on insane. just remember what you see wont always be the real me.
by ANNE
Wow! Great poem!!