Not black, not white
Grey perhaps
I hide inside my shell
While forcing other to come out of theirs
I talk about the beauty of love
But I am worst person at loving someone
I put on a smile everyday while talking
And a frown at night when I tuck in
I pretend to not feel hurt and anger
I pretend to be invisible
Inside, an ego of a thousand fold
And anger of a thousand soul
Thoughts clouding around me
Rain, masking my dying tears
Like a frame, I feel out of the picture
While waiting for 12 p.m, for my daily migraines
I love my friends, from A-Z
I don't call them friends, more like family
But do they know me? Don't blame them
Maybe I'm just a two faced man
Showing them what part I want them to see
While my world crumbles underneath
Hurting them was the last straw
Now I feel like I am drowning in my faults
I want them close but now I swim in fear
That they may run away if I open this chest
And so what face do I choose?
And if I do, who says it would be the real one?
Both sides disagree of late
But in common, they share a common subject of hate
Maybe I need mental surgery
Scalpel please, let's separate these faces.
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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