I wasn’t able to tell a lie… and there it self my phrase imprisoned me to the world I made of my own. I told many.
My face smiled; at every word, at every insult I endured, yet I felt a twitch in my eye and the cold looks I wanted to give but never let slip pass my silhouette.
No one seen me as who I was. I brought joy to others and gave self-flicked pain to ever scar in my heart.
Outside myself I felt with every laugh I brought, I couldn’t control what I wanted to fell happiness; or joy, or the hatred I wanted to release to my unforgivable “friends”.
To the ones who believe they care, know, and love me….
I’m not what I seem. I lie to you for years. I’m hateful, and I don’t care.