

my sensesI look around, but do not see. I can hear, but I won't listen. I will taste, but never experience. I can feel, but never relate. I am cold, yet it's warm outside. I am scared when I am alone. I'll nod my head, but not understand. I'll say yes, but really mean no. I'll dive into the pool, not knowing how to swim. I can see color, but my world is black and white. I can smell sweetness, but I am bitter. I know what love is, but I have never felt its warmth. I felt hate before kindness. I felt anger before happiness. I hear music, but it is distant. I try tomy senses


smileThis is my smile. It covers my sorrow. This is my smile. And I'll wear it tomorrow. Plastered on my face, It sticks and it waits, For a chance to lie to the world. You may say I'm deceiving, But you aren't the one grieving. And if you were to tear away the grin, And look at what's within, An ever-throbbing wound That won't be healing anytime soon, That has stayed masked behind the lies. Bleeding from within, Can it really be a sin? To not want to be heard while one cries? If it is then I'm guilty. And I will be for a while. So whismile

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