THIS IS A POEM I WROTE A FEW YEARS AGO.I FOUND IT ON MY OLD COMPUTER...
Its the same everyday
Monday to Friday
Friday to Sunday
I pull my heart out just to please
Those who i call friends
They think I'm happy in every way
But inside my tears wont end.
All my life Ive treated them kindly
but still feel like they dint care
As i begin to stop these happy faces
They begin to see.
How and what I'm really feeling deep inside of me.
