Untitled Poem by Vado Masinovic

I don't know
if I'm happy anymore.
I should be
but it feels wrong.
When I'm with others
I wear a smile
that kills me inside.
People say my life's perfect.
I laugh at that,
cause perfect doesn't exist to me.
My life's not perfect,
but neither is yours.
I feel like I need to turn and run
before its to late.
The faster I run,
the safer I feel.
But it always seems to find me.
Everything is dark,
my mind,
heart,
vision,
emotions,
but no one can see it in my eyes.
but me..