a ghost

July 19, 2011
My sorrows keep peeking through the holes of my smile,
my tears keep bleeding out of the cornners of my eyes,
my mask keeps cracking but no one notices,
in a room like a cell,
windows with no bars,
still feeling trapped and hiding my scars,
wishing to be free and escape this place,
chasing my dreams with a smile on my face,
maybe it will be fine,
maybe when i'm gone I'll get replaced,
I always thought I was a discrace,
they will feel no pain, anger, or happiness as I'm gone,
I was just a ghost in a broken house,
so i'll wipe my eyes and walk away

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