Lifestyle, My thoughts, Poetry

“Hurt Inside” by Me

No one realizes the hate you keep inside

You trick them and dress it up with a smile

You hold your pain like the pain of walking in heels

You want me to shush but my words are real

I’m tired of being that person that hides it all inside

My emotions tear me up like the mess up mini blinds in the window

I am broken and hurting

I can’t go, won’t let go

As Fredrick Douglas broken in mind body and spirit

But my fake happiness won’t allow you to hear

My soul, mind, body screams to your ears

However you can’t comprehend it

You think I’m a weirdo or an outcast 

Just help me give me a purpose

Before I turn about and be lost because I’m not worth it

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