(51) The Real YouA Poem by Chris Smith Welshpoetcs
You pretend to be someone else
Hiding behind so many masks Giving smiles to hide the tears Never revealing your true self For then they would see the pain You are the life and soul of the party Entertaining and making them laugh But deep inside, you are screaming Not allowing your soul to escape Keeping it locked away, a prisoner Then you write your poetry, your words And hide yourself within the stanzas Each flow are your tears falling down Each sentence is grafted with agony Could they look between your words? You feel no one really understands you All you want is to taste the sweetness To sample the delightness of real love And not have to pretend anymore Why can not the heart stop aching? Do you not see the real you deep down? The beautiful person that you really are The one your readers come to cherish And always they keep coming back for more You are never alone for you are blessed So write on and continue to flourish inside Be strong and never hide from who you are If some can not accept you, well damn them For there are those who see your true face They are the ones who stand by the real you coyright Chris Smith 2010 © 2011 Chris Smith WelshpoetcsFeatured Review
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Added on March 22, 2011Last Updated on April 1, 2011 AuthorChris Smith WelshpoetcsCardiff until 2004, then Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, United KingdomAboutStarted writing in 1997 after a horrible attack, I found it theraputic and wrote a range of poems and short horror stories. Started sharing on the Web firstly with Yahoo 360 in 2005, then sites on .. more..Writing
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