Morning Light
I wake
Sun hitting my eyes
I know if I open them I will have to face the light
The light of life
Where I put on a smile and tell others
"I'm okay"
"Nice weather we're having?"
"That's a lovely dress, is it new?"
I smile, laugh. and fool them
I want to not see the light
That hits my eyes in the early morning
I truely live in the darkness
Behind my eyes
And in my head
This little place there where I don't have to
Make small talk
Be sociable
Live
For now though I know I have to open my eyes
And exist a lie
This poem is about:
Me
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