Underestimate My Reason

Please don't comfort me with a lie; instead of hurting me with the truth

They ask me why I do this.

They ask me how I could do it.

I smile and walk away,

knowing I don't know my real smile anymore,

knowing they judge my battle scars

behind my back,

knowing they are the reason

for my suffering.

When night-fall comes,

I lay awake

thinking about every word.

Every word I regret,

every word I cherish,

every word others say.

I lay awake,

knowing no one will ever love me.

I lay awake,

replaying lies over and over,

thinking how much I do

to make others happy.

I lay awake,

knowing how much others do for me.

My scars bleed out my sorrow.

Reviews

[Phillitup]

This poem is on such a deep and depressing topic, a beautiful piece really. I love how many levels of the human soul you reach in this and applaud you on all the words you chose, for you chose them well.

-Dell

[Pyyro]

Clearly you read my mind, and put it on paper (or online in this case). Keep up the great work you have.