My Mask
People always see me happy,
With sparkling eyes.
But I'm sad from the inside,
With tears in my eyes.
People always see me laugh,
With joy on his face.
But I'm in pain from the inside,
With tears over my face.
People think I'm brave,
With fire in my eyes.
Yet I'm scared,
With tears rolling over my face.
With sparkling eyes.
But I'm sad from the inside,
With tears in my eyes.
People always see me laugh,
With joy on his face.
But I'm in pain from the inside,
With tears over my face.
People think I'm brave,
With fire in my eyes.
Yet I'm scared,
With tears rolling over my face.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| MayadeBij*: | Woensdag, juli 18, 2007 16:27 |
| Ik varieer nogal tussen lef en angst ;) het zwart en wit.. de ultieme tegenstellingen (ach ja haha) kus. | |
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| Auteur: The Stuffer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 juli 2007 | ||
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