In my eyes the cold pain rests. Its all but gone down my chest. I wait for the moon to set. So i can go through my mess. Mt family waits you see. But they dont wait for me. They know only who is fake. And thats all they see at the end of the day. thats why when i enter the room, i look down so they dont see. See my eyes wich hold thy pain so now you understand why i'm going insaine.
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well written, feelings are met not to be held in, and you took that inner feeling and placed them into a beautiful poem, good write.