Sometimes
Sometimes I feel like I’m saying too
much
But I can’t hold it in and act tough
The pain gets worsened
Bad enough I act like nothing’s wrong
in person
I just don’t trust many to be
vulnerable in front of
I rather shove a mask on and a fake
smile
That’ll only take me a few miles
In front of peers, I make jokes to
comfort their ears
To steer the conversation away from
myself
That always helps
No one ever expects the funny guy to
be so depressed
But I do
Author, Blogger, and Poet from Landover, Maryland. Looking to make my childhood dreams my reality. I’ll be sharing my random thoughts, speeches, storytimes, stories, and plenty of Poetry.
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