My True Emotions Poem by bree nada

when the wind blows and smiles are near
i know that this is my last tear
this thing inside me that is slowly killing my doesn't allow me to explore.
i feel like im dying, ever so slowly
some say they fear death
but that i do not
this life has been to cruel to me
i have no real friends
i have no real life
i have no love in my life
this life seems pointless to me
it has no reason
all i do is wait for everyone to leave and then cry
blast the music so no one can hear
lying on the cold floor i cry
but no one knows
of coarse once the music stops my life is back to being perfect.
i smile, say what others want to hear
live to please others
but who pleases me?
im a puppet in my own eyes
others see me and say 'your life must be so good'
but they have never heard my cries
i'll always be waiting for someone to hear me
but for now on i'll keep this mask up
no one really knows the real me
the one that cries and wishes her life was over
it seems like i'll never be happy
i'll never truely be myself
'perfect and pretty' that's what they say
but they don't know that perfect is impossible
perfect is death
they don't know that pretty is pain
take off the smile
take out the words
'prefect and pretty'
what i see is
'death and pain'
but they'll never know
a beautiful smile is what you see
a toss of the hair is what get
a broken heart is what i feel
a shattered spirit is what i see.