Hiding behind the curtain.

Sat, 08/09/2014 - 15:12 -- JouaaV

This smile.

It wasn't put here becase of happiness.

It is here because of strength.

I walk around day to day seeming to be happy;

when I know deep down that this isn't the real me.

The emotional scars.

The stress.

The pain.

There's no kind of inner or physical gain.

"I'm just going to fake it to make."

Those are the words I tell myself, when I know it isn't beneficial for my health.

This person that is standing behind the curtain just wants someone to pull it back.

I'm underattack,

by my mind, by my thoughts, by my heart.

Lost and confused.

I don't have the slightest clue of what to do.

I'm trying to figure it all out.

Hoping that I can find a way through, around,or under this curtain;

But until now I'm going to keep standing,

Standing that one day that old rail will get weak and that curtain will soon fall..


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