Reserve

June 13, 2009
By Anonymous

I am drained
my passion is concealed
by an illusion of contentment
the smile on my face is agony
the very depths of my eyes are misplaced
and a flicker of feeling surfaces
and then grows faint
no one will ever know
my hurt
my grief
my affliction
because it’s hidden
underneath my reserve



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on Jun. 23 2009 at 11:03 pm
Jessica Thomas BRONZE, Fort Worth, Texas
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I thinik this poem is awesome and really deep!!!




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