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What It's Like To Be Me
You don’t know what it is like to be me.
To hear them laugh out loud as others make fun of me.
To see them stare as I walk by.
To hold it all inside and try not to cry.
They go to each others houses and talk on the phone.
I have no one; I am all alone.
My family asks me if I am feeling okay.
I lie, because what would I say?
I haven’t known happiness in a while.
When it’s expected I’ll use that plastic smile.
In my room is the place that I hide.
Sometimes I even contemplate my suicide.
But I am not ready to give up- not just yet.
There is someone for everyone, I try not to forget.
I keep hoping that someone will come my way.
I just hope that day isn’t to far away.
I fear my heart is a portal with a locked door.
Love was inside once but not anymore.
I hope somebody will find the skeleton key.
You just don’t know what it’s like to be me.
(Tuesday, July 16,2013)
love it.. simply love it..
so very true