My specials, yet my destruction...
I tried not to cry,
I tried not to yell,
I tried not to ask why
and didn't try to tell...
That my tears won't come out,
my voice got cut
and every day want to shout,
When My throat got shut
When all I ever can do is cry,
when all I ever do is get lonely,
When all I get is silence
And when no one ever can see.
I am not that happy girl,
I am not as nice as they see,
I am a freak I admit,
But I wouldn't be me;
If I didn't be this way
And yet I dare not to get mad.
I will not just say
Or trying to be bad.
Because they are special,
So I try to keep smiling,
I try not to complain
And try to do something,
{When all I want to have,
is just to be seen.}
I tried not to yell,
I tried not to ask why
and didn't try to tell...
That my tears won't come out,
my voice got cut
and every day want to shout,
When My throat got shut
When all I ever can do is cry,
when all I ever do is get lonely,
When all I get is silence
And when no one ever can see.
I am not that happy girl,
I am not as nice as they see,
I am a freak I admit,
But I wouldn't be me;
If I didn't be this way
And yet I dare not to get mad.
I will not just say
Or trying to be bad.
Because they are special,
So I try to keep smiling,
I try not to complain
And try to do something,
{When all I want to have,
is just to be seen.}
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Allysson: | Zondag, januari 03, 2016 17:59 |
| bijzonder herkenbaar, bijzondere timing dat ik het nu lees. Dikke knuffel en dankjewel voor het delen, ik voel me even gezien en gehoord en minder eenzaam. | |
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| Auteur: *PinkTears* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 augustus 2013 | ||
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