A pen in my hand
A paper on the desk
Feeling not poetic, but utterly desperate
For I know not who to confide in
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Weighed with the burdens of the world
Pressured by the expectations of my folks
Smothered by the secrets that are consuming my mind
It's like the pain never ceases
Staring at the void of my life
Weeping silently in my heart
Wandering everywhere aimlessly
It's like the only thing I can do
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To plant an artificial smile on my face
To pretend I'm all fine and well
To deceive everyone with my white lies
No, I'm sick of a life like this
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And yet,
the thought of sharing the real me
of revealing my vulnerable side
of disclosing my deadly secrets
to another living being
just plain terrifies me
No, I'd rather evaporate into thin air
than to have someone knowing
that I'm a messed up lad
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I'm afraid
of those loud gasps
I'm afraid
of those judgmental eyes
I'm afraid
of those condemning words
I'm afraid
when the truth comes to light
people will stay away from me
and I will be more alone than ever
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The pen on the desk
The paper in my hand
I put it on the stove, set fire to it
For I know not who to confide in
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