The Story Behind My Smile
As I look up high,
I see the darkness of the sky,
Just like me, deep inside.
My feelings that no one seem to quite understand,
Are desperately wishing for someone to reach out their hand,
But all they can do, is sit quietly in this empty land.
Envious of those baby birds that are able to to spread their wings and fly,
Forcing these uncontrollable tears to stop falling from my eyes,
Extremely tried of telling myself "Don't Cry..."
Copyright © Lena Zheng | Year Posted 2015
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