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When you cry, who consoles you, shares your troubles and mean it.

Submitted: June 04, 2012

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Submitted: June 04, 2012



Hide my tears

If I laugh, spread a little joy; there’ll be none the wiser of my true feelings. As I‘d hide all my fears, wrap them up in my heart, with a smile! If I cry, there are some who’ll say, I am seeking attention, that nothing’s wrong with me. Only those who know me well, realise I’m under strain if I cry, I’m feeling sad.

So do I act and pretend I’m ok; wear a smile on my worst of days. Be a hypocrite about how I feel, because though people ask, they don’t want to know what is real!

When I speak, the world is at my feet, I’m admired and envied by some who despise My confidence, and my wisdom, when I speak! When I speak, there are none can say, I use exaggeration to get my own way. I have strength, powerful my words, to hold your attention.

There are the few who hate me to talk, they can’t stop me as I’ll say more. Whether you’re hurt or feel offence, I won’t take back nor hold my breath. That is my way, it’s alright to be who you are!

When I call, who will hear and come, to my assistance when I need someone. If I call, will you come to me at once. If I crave, the company of you, because deep inside I need one to talk to Will you come, will you listen, when I call?

Or should I stay all on my own, without someone to tell me where I go wrong. To wipe my tears, allay my fears, help me calm. When I’m alone!

Written by Luvving

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