Inside Out Poem by Eleanor Ransom

the things that use to be a big deal,

are my norm now,

they still hurt,

they still kill,

i grow use to hidding,

although the pain seems worse

and im burning inside

but stone cold on the out side.

even the strongest person crys some times,



when im alone no one around,

i cant hold it in, i fall to the ground.



i cant keep it in,

i cant lie,

im fed up of having to hide,

hidding what i feel and when i cry,

i dont want a big deal, i dont want a fuss,

i just want this to stop,

i dont want to cry.

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