FAKE

FAKE

A Poem by Morgan Young

See my smile, it's a lie
Hear my laugh, it's to hide all the wounded cries
You like my jokes, they're to hide my feelings that are messed up holes
My randomness is not to fear, it's to stop my never ending sea of tears
I do my make-up good and thick, to hide my monster thats twisted and sick
See my heart, it's a hole
See my body, I'm a beaten soul

© 2011 Morgan Young


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Added on April 25, 2011
Last Updated on April 25, 2011