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Tears stream down
The poker face I show
They ask me how I am
I tell them "I'm fine."
But on the inside,
My mind rages in that lie
They give me a worried face
That I just can't place trust on
Would they even understand?
No. No, I know they wouldn't...
I wish I could stand up and say it
Tell everyone what's wrong...
That I'm not all right.
I'm not doing okay.
How I'm not so peachy.
About how I AM NOT FINE.
And yet,
As I type this,
Another tear
Rolls down my cheek
I don't even frown
Or give a move to my eyes
I sit here
Trying to put up
A lying image
Just waiting
To be asked
"Are you okay?"
Just so I can answer:
I'm (not) fine.
The poker face I show
They ask me how I am
I tell them "I'm fine."
But on the inside,
My mind rages in that lie
They give me a worried face
That I just can't place trust on
Would they even understand?
No. No, I know they wouldn't...
I wish I could stand up and say it
Tell everyone what's wrong...
That I'm not all right.
I'm not doing okay.
How I'm not so peachy.
About how I AM NOT FINE.
And yet,
As I type this,
Another tear
Rolls down my cheek
I don't even frown
Or give a move to my eyes
I sit here
Trying to put up
A lying image
Just waiting
To be asked
"Are you okay?"
Just so I can answer:
I'm (not) fine.
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En todos sus años de caja esta ha estado cerrada, pues ningún hombre ha decidido hacerse cargo de la solitaria caja, la cual carga con su contenido en el exterior; una caja inversa quizás será.
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Escrtito #2 que te dedico.
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The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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Tally Six...
There's a chance I'm going to have two separate tallies.
One set for those I've saved,... And another set for those I've lost...
The butterflies are dying fast and I don't know how much longer all of us involved can hold on before I lose a tally.
(I've never cried this much - let alone in school. No matter what the tears won't stay... Nobody is asking me anything now, they're trying to ignore me but they keep tossing over glances... I'm not okay right now... But hopefully by the time most of you read this, I'll be back to lying to myself about how everything is fine... And of course, this is influencing the bipolar, and I can feel emotions spinning already.)
There's a chance I'm going to have two separate tallies.
One set for those I've saved,... And another set for those I've lost...
The butterflies are dying fast and I don't know how much longer all of us involved can hold on before I lose a tally.
(I've never cried this much - let alone in school. No matter what the tears won't stay... Nobody is asking me anything now, they're trying to ignore me but they keep tossing over glances... I'm not okay right now... But hopefully by the time most of you read this, I'll be back to lying to myself about how everything is fine... And of course, this is influencing the bipolar, and I can feel emotions spinning already.)
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Oh my god. This is me.