XLVIII: Like A Sad Panda
It may be hard to know if I’m black or white.
Nor is my emotions like charcoal at night.
Its disguise with the smile i can’t wipe off my face.
But i learn to get use to it but I still can’t get it erased.
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My heart is bursting into tears but I can’t even show people how i feel.
Nor anyone won’t even believe that what I’m saying is real.
Is it because of how people see me?
Or am i meant to be a representation of being happy?
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No one even knows i’m dying inside.
Because of my face, all emotions i can’t unhide.
I want people to know how i really feel.
Rather than being know as emotionally concealed.
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I just hope i can finally be free from my curse.
Because every moment in my life i feel it worse.
One day they’ll know what is true.
That for once i’ve loved and got hurt too.
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-DJV, The Jed Guy, The Simple Poet.
-Dedicated to a Sad Panda ^^
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