Outside, Inside.

This was also written when I was thirteen.

You see a smile.

I’m hiding my tears.

 

You see my hope.

I’m hiding my fears.

 

You think I’m brave.

I’m actually weak.

 

On the outside I’m loud.

Inside i can't speak.

 

you hear my laughter.

your deaf to my cry.

 

I tell you I’m happy.

That is a lie.

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[Hellslastwarrior]

you hear my laughter.

your deaf to my cry.



I tell you I’m happy.

That is a lie.
Nice way to finish it, i enjoy writings where the writer understands the value of memmory and how they can create their poem into a memmory of a readers words. When i personally hear those words or think them i will automatically skip a beat to think of this rhyme and know that that poem was generally a good poem and showed a real meaning within itself.
Ted