(Source: maeby-quick)
I was not a quiet sitter
Who wasn’t known too well
I was lonely, I was bitter
I was falling, then I fell
I was popular and witty
Class clown and prom queen
I was the center of attention
My life seemed the teenage dream
But inside I was crying
Out in so much pain
Longing for an escape
Drowning in the rain
I had many friends
And yet was so alone
I’d hate to be forgotten
I’d have rather been unknown
I was the one you ran to
When you could simply not go on
I wiped away your tears
Helped you to be strong
But as you walked away
My smile slowly faded
I was the savior of my friends
But my own misery awaited
How I wished for someone
To tell all of my fears
To feel as though I was not alone
But I was, year after year
Slowly growing harder
Senior year - 2004
I fell onto my knees
I couldn’t bear it anymore
No one could see through my facade
Seldom did they try
I was forced to act so happy
While the days just passed me by
Tears that I had forbidden
Falling from my eyes
I was trapped inside a brutal fate
Created by my lies
No one knew the real me
Therefore, I did not exist
I felt so useless here
And I knew I was being a realist
So when you find my body
Bloody on the floor
Go through all my poetry
Found in the second drawer
It will tell you who I was
And who I wished to be
Finally the world will know
That this was the real me
Its a shame my family and closest friends
Are most shocked by their find
“She was such a happy girl”
Can’t they get it through their mind?
Don’t judge a book by its cover
For the contents are ripped and torn
Though the outside is plain perfect
The inside feels lost and worn
I’m sorry that I left you
And this poem you did see
Lying by the bedside
A perfect picture of the real me
I don’t do anything the way I’m told, and I probably never will. Not even when I’m old.
