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I face the world with a smile, no one knows what’s hid inside.
They see only happiness, they cant see the tears I've cried.
When I am alone I hurt, because here I do it well.
In front of all the watchful eyes my heaven turns to hell.
The judge and jury awaits me, everyone has a say.
In a life that hangs suspended for yet another day.
Who are they to judge if what I’ve done is wrong?
In the end I gave him up, but inside still sing his song.
I don't know how to find, the strength I thought I had.
If only I could play it tough it wouldn't be so bad.
They say that life goes on and someday I'll smile again.
But, how do they know my pain without being where I've been?
I've traveled so far from home, and can't find my way back.
Somewhere along the way I must have jumped the track.
I saw him just today and his smile is still the same.
He looked at me so sweetly, but never spoke my name.
I wonder if he remembers me, It hasn't been that long.
He may have forgotten me, but I still sing his song
- by Twisted____Torture |
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- | Submitted on 11/16/2008 |
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- Title: His name is Happiness
- Artist: Twisted____Torture
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Description:
This poem can be a little confusing at first so let me explain ....
i wrote this about 3 months ago when i was going through some rough times.
thru out the poem i mention a man [last line in 2nd stanza and every line in the last stanza]
this is where the title starts to make sense because infact the person isnt a person he is happiness itself. - Date: 11/16/2008
- Tags: depression happiness poem
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Hamstergirl888 - 12/24/2008
- Wow. That's very nice! It really shows how happy we may seem to others, but inside we may be hurt. I liked it. 5/5
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- Tangerinesluver - 11/17/2008
- that waz so cute!!!! ^__^
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