• No One Knows

    How I feel,

    No One See's,

    What is Real.

    I dont know

    How this can be,

    There are many memories.

    Of all the past.

    Even Though

    I will never let them last.

    All my life

    I have seen

    The way people treat me.

    Oh! So spiteful.

    How could I just let them in.

    Knowing that this is where I begin.

    Now I don't know what I am.

    Am I real?

    Do I make sense?

    Do I trust myself?

    Is this fake?

    So many questions

    that are such mistakes.

    To what I am,

    To what I make

    of myself.