Deep Poem by Trinidad Villafranca

Deep in my journals my problems are written in ink.
Deep inside my heart my problems are engraved with scars.
Pain becomes inflamed and It burns my heart from the inside out.
There pain is there and it wants to say inside it makes me cry.
A smile on the out side a tear on the inside.
My voice others hear but it sounds so different as if it was not me at all.
I no longer know who I am what I've become
I want to be free of it all.
Start over away from the person I you changed me to forming the illusion everyone thought was me.
I'll show the world the real me and leave the illusion that I use to changed to be.
The voice hidden deep will finally be free.