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Personal choice

Poetry By: Ghonesis

Doesn't everybody tell you to just be yourself?
Here's me explaining my sadness.

Submitted:Jan 19, 2012    Reads: 20    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

Often I find me asking myself,

Do I want to know the truth?

I've been asking myself this,

My entire youth.


Also, I wonder:

Which of these is the best choice?

Face people with the horrible truth,

Or hide the sadness with a sweet voice?


You see, the truth...

To me, is nothing but pain.

The worst thing on earth,

Driving me completely insane.


I wish I could believe in lies,

And try to reach for the highest shelf.

But my problem is: when in lies

I can't live with myself.


So I faced it: Life sucks.

Hard at first, but you get used to it.

I wouldn't recommend,

Living in pain each day, I admit.


It was my personal choice,

How dreadful it might seem...


Reality is my burden.

Happiness is my dream.


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