She’s hurt and wounded,
troubled and misunderstood
with no one to turn to;
surrounded by many yet so alone.
No one knows the tears she shed
because of the I she puts up.
She hid her pain behind her laughter
pretending to be fine.
To everyone she looks strong
but she’s torn to million pieces.
No one knows what she’s been through
and the reason she’s awake at night.
This poem is a continuation of my last blog, it’s my take on one of the reasons we pretend. Sometimes even when we are surrounded by many people we can still feel alone, it might happen to us or anyone else. I personally feel that not only should we stop pretending but also try and understand our loved one’s so they don’t feel the need to pretend.
Let me know what your thoughts are down below.
HAPPY READING 🙃
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