The best things in life
Are some of my worst
Roses are sweet
But they make me sad
Hugs are special
But they make me mad
You thank the light
But I despise it
You tell the truth
While I hide it
You open yourself to me
While I lock away what I feel
And all the while
I pretend to smile
And act like nothing is wrong
Like there is no secrets to be told
You don't know the real me
And I'm beginning to wonder
If I do either.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem