Who am I? I never let me grow
I hide from the world
Life is sick and cruel
Am I playing dumb
Or am I truly numb?
Of feelings I am devoid
My perfect world shattered, destroyed
I live my life, acting through a veil
How can you know me, for I am not real
I seem secure and happy on the outside
Of course who’s to know what goes on inside?
I’ve learnt to live as a living lie
No one knows this, but me, myself and I
In a great strong armor, I face the world
But look inside, I’m just a fragile girl
I only exist, I am not living,
I just portray myself, I am just BEING.
by: Elaine
*www.emogothicness.blogspot.com (230907)
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