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by Amirah Nov 29, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The door opens to my room, My parents walk in, I wipe my tears, And lock away my fears. I fake a smile on my face, Hoping they will leave in a while, I can't hold it in that long, These feelings are too strong. They say are you OK, Yeah sure I guess, But deep down inside, I'm just a huge mess. Once they leave, And close the door, These tears continue, Even more. Down my face, They flow so fast, Once again, Horrid memories from the past. My voice can't talk, I can't scream out loud, My once happy days, I am not that proud. Tears keep falling, Even worse than before, You couldn't believe, What happens behind a closed door. These tears, That are so clear, They act as if a mirror, I see myself but different. What about these tears, Make things so sad, What memories are in my head, That are so bad? These tears are continuing to fall, Not at all, For some small reason any more, Its worse than before. They show nothing, I have no fear, As for when they walk in, I show no sign of a tear. I am an average kid, Living her life, With out sadness, With out strife...---?