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Can You Tell?
Can You tell?
Can you see what I’m going through?
Can you tell I’m not myself?
If only you knew
I can be anything but myself.
I carry a lump in my throat that lingers
I stare off into space
To fiddle with my fingers
And to have a blank face.
To go cross eyed
In a train of thought
Of what if and why?
Please why can’t it be caught?
People think I’m strange
To be honest I don’t really care
I wont listen to comments, I will not change
Go on let them stare.
I’ll fake a smile and say I’m alright
But deep down I’ll fall apart
I need someone to hug me tight
someone who knows me with all their heart.
I won’t tell a soul
No one has known
Like falling into a rabbit hole
Or tossed-being thrown.
I’ll wash my face
And wipe away a tear
To act fine in this strange place
“Will they Notice?” is what I fear
Like the weight of the world on your shoulders
Holding it down
I’m only getting older, growing a bit colder
When I fell to my knees, no one was around, So did I even make a sound?
I want someone just to be there
So i won’t have to be alone
But I couldn't; I shouldn’t dare
No, I’ll just do this on my own.
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This was written after I had a bad day, a bad memory, and a bad time. I wrote about how it's hard to tell someone how you truly feel and that it's hard to re-porgram your brain to think it's okay to tell someone your worries.