Alone, I Cry
I put up fronts for the people around me
Like different masks I can change
for a given situation
Honestly, no one knows the real me
And honestly, I don't know if there is one
So at night
Alone, I cry
In the morning
when the light shines through
trying to make everything
clean and pure
I reflect
wondering
"What's wrong with me?"
"Why can't I be happy?"
I smoke my cigarette
and try to collect myself for the day to come
But every day seems to be blending
into another
I can no longer tell them apart
But every night
Alone, I cry
It seems to be all that I have left
But even that is something to hold onto
So I smile as the tears
fall down into oblivion
I embrace the darkness
Alone, I cry.
Copyright © Marcus Jones | Year Posted 2006
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