No smiling faces. All of them against me, The weak one. Sure, I can be strong at times, But, only when I have to be. Only when the others need me. I carry their burdens. I never let on about my own. No one knows how much I cry. No one knows how much I hurt inside. No one, but me. So I sit and eat. So I sit and drink. I try to drown the pain. I only succeed in feeding it. I help it grow. No one knows how much I cry. No one knows how much I hurt inside. No one, but me.
Reason for writing:
I wrote it in the eighth grade when I had a really bad
reputation. No one would be my friend, except my neighbors.
Every day during lunch I would cry my eyes out, and when I
got home from school I'd cry again. I even thought about
killing myself. I never did it though. I started writing
my feelings down on paper, and turned it into poetry (even
"bad" poetry like this). This poem is one of those that
came of it.
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