Stranger
I hate pretending I’m okay
when its clear I’m really not
I hate putting on a smile
to mask my bleeding heart
I hate looking in a mirror
at the stranger staring back
I hate feeling so damn useless
so empty, sad and scared
I hate thinking that tomorrow
might be better than today
I hate everyday I wake up
Because I can’t help but wonder why?
Copyright © Eli Pickle | Year Posted 2012
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