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Really old.

11-10-04

 

I lie in my bed, awake

Thinking how much I'm a fake

 

Hiding all my tears

consumed by these fears

 

I hide these feelings from you

There's nothing I can do

 

Getting lost in my thoughts

Who I am is who I'm not

 

I wonder what you would say

If I told you that today

 

Would be my last day alive

But then that would be a lie

 

Because this is the real fact:

I died years ago and I never came back

Reviews

[Silver_Moon]

Losing of self... one thing that is hard to get back and work with. I like your poem. Nice one. Though, the font is quite small that it hurts my eyes. LOL!

Keep on writing more!

[PasDeChat]

I liked it, sad yes, but at the same time truthful and open. Thanks for sharing!

[Tammy]

So sad...