When you're surrounded by people
and you feel like you're the only one there.
I try to triumph above my stupid actions
and my selfish habits.
I'm still doomed to be stuck in the beginning of time
where nothing is wrong, but it truly is.
I live to wake up to darkness
and I go to sleep hoping to see
the deafening, final, yet peaceful light.
I'm not here
I'm not there
I'm just....me.
Look, do you see the girl I once was?
I don't.
I see the face of a hideous, forsaken
MONSTER.
She is trying to pull of the mask
of a secure, beautiful young lady.
I try and I try to forgive myself,
but it seems impossible.
You say I speak only of the bleak.
No, I speak the truth.
The story of an empty soul
that's tortured with every inched
along movement to happiness.
Do you believe in me.
I don't.
Because I'm the girl who is trying
to pull of this mask.
A fake smile
A tormented heart
Don't ask me
and I won't tell.
Another diary of a broken girl.
By: Monica
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3 comments:
wow this is great monica i see you have been through alot but just keep on going ur doing great
very depressing... dont take that in a bad way i like it but that what i feel when i read your poem and thats what i get from it.. but great...
Hey Monica, I think your too depressed and you need to cheer up a ton!! You know you can talk to me anytime because your my friend.
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