Hidden

by Artistic Fallen Angel   Jun 18, 2007


My face blank form pratice, my fellings well hidden. Deep within my heart a chamber is filled, emotions flowing from never have been let out. Until the point comes when they are to much to bear. I give in and alone in my room, they come out in tears. I pick myself up, wipe the evidence of tears from my face, put on a fake smile and walk back into the real world acting as if nothing is wrong. The truth stay behind, locked within the confindes of my bedroom, my escape.

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  • 17 years ago

    by ASHLEYDANIELLE NLUV

    I like it alot it had bunches of meaning to it keep up the good work. 5/5