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Living A Lie


You’re supposed to be happy You’re supposed to have good memories with smiles of wonder and not tears of thunder But instead you’re hurt like someone just thrown you in the dirt So much pain and agony Can this really be? When I look back I try so hard not to cry I tell myself it’s a made up story nothing but a lie One… Two… Three… As the memories fade away my mind just wonders off astray I stop and stare and for that one moment It’s nothing but a glare Since I’m the baby in the family I watch and watch But nothing good comes to me Why oh why? I will never understand will this day ever end? All of the madness tears of sadness Days so lonely and cold Your mind soon grows old As I keep turning the blank pages I just wonder what the future will bring Will it bring a happy ending? Or will I keep living this lie that just won’t die?
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dmalalssa
I like this you should post more poem

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