*Strength*
I am strong.
I can hold it in.
But once I'm behind closed doors,
I loose it.
I don't hold it in.
I ley it out more then I should.
And I return the next day.
A smile on my face with it.
I say I'm happy.
I say I'm fine and that
I wasn't crying.
Lies aren't so bad.
They let others feel relieved.
And I guess that's a good feeling.
Another one I would push down.
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ILoveYou1234and5
I'm just here to, at the very least, be heard without having people around me giving me sympathy. Don't get to caught about what my poems mean. I don't rhyme. I don't stick to a theme. I write when I need to get something off of my chest and that's it. I don't take the time to use a type of poetry so just deal with it. These are my stories and my life.
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