people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself

maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it

This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing

As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide

Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice

It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination

I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine

fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take

anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected

Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear