The GameA Poem by Kennabee
I smile but does it really reach my eyes?
Am I happy? No Are they Happy? I’ll never know The thoughts swirl in my head Debating Listening Looking Soaking up every little detail So I know how to play the game I put on my mask Head raised shoulders back Emotions tucked in Fake smile on my lips I know how to play the game Nobody suspects They’ll realize too late Oh yes I know how to play the game When it’s all over and done Nothing will be left That’s the way the game is played That indeed is how the game is played © 2012 Kennabee |
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1 Review Added on October 4, 2012 Last Updated on October 4, 2012 AuthorKennabeeBellingham, WAAboutI love to sing, act, and write. The main reason I'm posting my work on this website is to get feedback.... I want to become a better writer. Open for any constructive criticism that you can throw at m.. more..Writing
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