Poem #117

I act in a way you’ll never figure out
how much I messed up and how messed up
I am.

Can’t you see how sincere the smile on my face is?
Can’t you feel the sarcasm in the previous statement?
I preach the truth, but I am a lie, an illusion,
a stranger to my own heart, my existence is a
foreign body on this planet.

But I don’t want you to leave so you will never know,
I will never reveal the secrets sheltered under my skin.

11 thoughts on “Poem #117

  1. Thanks for taking the time to look at my blog and liking my post. Your encouragement is a big boost for amateurs like me. Hope to create better posts and receive more feedback in the future.
    Your poem captures what most of us have to deal with from time to time. The courage you’ve shown to bare your heart is commendable.
    Best wishes.

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  2. It is sad but true how often we have to bury our feelings and try to put on a happy face.

    This reminds me of something I wrote a while ago, “Each and every smile’s a lie. You can still see the pain in my eyes.”

    Nicely done, Luna.

    Liked by 1 person

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