You tell them it‘s alright, but it‘s not.

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Hey everyone. This is a poem I wrote in school a few days ago. I changed it up a bit, but not that much. I told my friends it’s not about me... Well, it is. The rest I’ll explain later.

I hope you can understand what I mean, if you don’t you can ask me questions in the comments.

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What they can’t see

If my friends had to describe me,

they would say that I’m the color of happiness.

If I was a sound, I would be a laugher,

many people think I shine, but I couldn’t be darker.

If I was a garden, I would be a garden with many flowers they say,

nobody knows that they were all ripped away.

I taste of joy and happiness in their eyes,

but if they knew the real me they would be surprised.

I say I dream of adventure and fun, they believe,

but what if I dream of death, pain and grief?

My friends say I’m the lucky one,

oh if they only knew that the old me is dead and gone.

I hope that one day they’ll realize, that my happiness is as frozen as ice.

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When my friends saw this poem, they asked if it is about me. I said no, because I was too scared to it the truth. They laughed and said that they already thought so, then we went back to working on our projects. What I want to say with it is that many things are not what they look like. Just because somebody is always looking happy and laughing, it doesn’t mean that it is real happiness.

I’m a person that laughs a lot. I have a very good life, but I often feel very sad for no reason at all. This poem reflects these feelings, the feelings that many people don’t know exist. They think just because I laugh I’m happy, and when they ask me if I have any problems, I can’t answer honestly.

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If you’re in the same situation as I am, maybe you can relate to this poem, I don’t know.. Have a nice day, see you soon!

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