Things

Everyday, I am forced to fake a smile,
just to convince myself,
that everything will be ok.
Everyday I mock the joyous laughter,
just to make it seem,
like I am not breaking down.

For everytime lies and mislead jestures greet me,
a scar or two is left as a result.
For every time I have tried to stop myself,
my mental structure is snapped in two,
and my nights are sleepless and full of worry.

Everytime I look in the mirror,
I can only see the many things,
that I can and should change,
but I am unable to do so.
Everytime I think of a life,
other than could be other than my own,
I cry from self-pity, and the pain of it all.

I can't understand why,
I am looked down upon,
why I am shot down for being myself.
I cannot comprehend why,
my heart isn't worth the love it needs,
Why it is shameful in the eyes of another.

These things,
are what shape my nightmares,
my reality,
and the world of many others.

by XangelicXshadowsX
posted on 03/10/2008