We seem to love ,
when its not returned back.
we try to see things clearer,
what we lack.
We tend to hold things tightest,
when were forced to let them go.
we dream our dreams a certain way,
when we know it cant be so.
We complain about what's wrong with the world,
and yet do nothing to make it right.
we complain about
friends family and relationships,
but often we find we started the fight.
We try to keep things
yet often we look from afar.
so when we look back we stop and think,
do we really want to remain as we
It may seem as if I am carefree and strong,
Going through life as if nothing is wrong.
one has ever seen the real me,
They only know what I let them believe.
Most often my smiles are real and sincere,
times they help to hide my secret fears.
I carefully created a clever mask of illusion,
I wear it now to hide my pain
So never is a tear seen falling from my eye,
I have learned to hold it all silently inside.
often I want to just let go and weep,
But the pain is very intense and too deep.
I yearn to belong, to be one of the
To be able to speak of my dreams out loud.
Wanting so very much to be accepted,
Yet fearing the possibility
of being rejected.
I need special someone to discern the real me,
And not hold in contempt what they will see.
weaknesses and flaws I try so hard to hide,
Are all part of the real me I keep hidden inside