17 years in shadows

Sat, 09/27/2014 - 12:43 -- deericr


Every day single,
I fake my life
Not in my morals,
or my personality.
What's fake are my emotions.
The ones that I choose to show, but in reality it's this mask I choose to wear.
Wondering what my mask looks like. It show that I'm Strong, Happy, Confident, Smiling, softhearted,
Good life. Guess what, that all of this is fake.
I wish that they would see behind this steel mask. 
I wish there was someone who I can talk to like my best friend, love me like my ex, be there for me like I am for my self, see my true feelings that I'm not happy. I been hiding in the shadows for 17 years, but I feel like I been in a cave. I want be free till I graduated, turn,18, and leave my mother home. The curtains are ready to be open, and I'm ready to show my emotions.


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