A sweet innocent smile
that welcomes you into a room.
words spoken so certainly,
she could only have you assume.
Confident in her gestures
Hides the lack of confidence in herself.
Built a wall to protect her
She would never show and tell.
Her past formed her this way.
On her knees she prays everyday
angels will descent and take her away;
Up and out of this place.
Feels like a liar and a disgrace.
If she could turn back time she would.
Everyone says she’s depressed. How could,
I get them to see,
the other side of me?
The internal agony
and lonesome vacancy.
Everything about me is false.
I have fooled you all!
But, there are things about me
real as leaves changing in the Fall.
My brown eyes tell a story;
But no one takes the time
to stare far enough into them
to see what all I hide.
You can see the hurt and pain,
You can see the guilt and shame.
You can see the love and rage.
You can see I’m bruised and braised.
You can see abandonment and worry,
You can see my vision is blury
You can see I’m on a lost journey.
You can see my mistakes; But I’m learning!
One day I’ll be true
And I can forget the muse.
To explain why I do the things I do.
One day I’ll be true
Hey my name is Lynsey Bradshaw and I am an up and coming poet/author/real world blogger. I am 28 and in school to pursue a Doctorate in Psychology. I started out with a rough history and past and try to share my mistakes with everyone so you can take something away from them to better yourselves. Demented Humor in my posts, sometimes in my poetry. Stephen King fan forever and also love anything horror, gory or blood related.
Blog: http://misunderstoodinsanity.health.blog
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Very beautiful! ❤️
Thank you so much! 🙂
Welcome! 🙂
Nice.
Thank you.
Loved reading this. Had a very nice flow to it.
My favorite part of poetry is the flow of words! Thank you!
Love this! Beautiful
Thank you very much!
Thank you!
Maybe people don’t want to see…
It does take time to be true
Nicely penned!
Appreciate it!! Check out more misunderstoodinsanity.health.blog
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