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The Smile I Glue to my Face
I saunter into school
Head down.
A fake smile glued to my face
rain clouds in my head.
Drip.
drop.
drip.
The rain followed me wherever I went,
But I tuck away darkness with fake light
A cheap, dim flashlight
Just to keep the others happy.
They didn’t need to know,
They wouldn’t care
All that horrid stuff I had to bear
On my shoulders.
The heavy buckets weighed me down,
Almost dragging me to the floor.
But I carry it
Act that I am strong;
I’m weak inside,
A paper that rips
If you force it to.
Careful not to spill
Can’t let a drop fall
Without the entire bucket pouring out
the tears I have kept in.
It’s hard, but I not break fragile hearts
Even though mine is shattered.
When trust is dropped,
It will shatter
Almost every time
But no matter the height,
Hearts so fragile
They can shatter
From a drop below your knee.
So be careful with the thin twigs of trust you hold,
Because once a wire is broken,
The whole circuit is useless
Can't be repaired.
Memories being sorted in my brain,
But I see them happen all over again
I feel the same pain I did then.
I get my heart stabbed with many arrows,
But from so much grief
I not even begin to pull them out
I can never move on
From the war i’ve seen
From the fights and battles
And how many bonds of trust were snapped,
Covering the ground.
I get home,
Rip off the fake smile I glue to my face every morning
Feeling pain.
I pull down the curtains,
my head to the pillow,
Grasping it so tight
Trying to feel someone hold me with comfort
When my room is empty.
I cry a waterfall of rivers,
Of rain,
Of the pain inside me.
I hold back the tears
With a smile glued to my face,
never to smile true.
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I have loved writing poetry since I first learned about it in 2nd grade and have found it very useful for writing song lyrics!