fakeing

don't know y i always portray such a negative view of myself in my poems, i guess that's how people have always made me feel.... i wrote this thingy in class 9 too, when i was about 12 or 13...and i still feel like this, only more intensely than ever. FAKE Yes, I’m nothing No, I don’t feel Of course I’m happy Every wound will heal Sure, I’m the lowliest That He could make And I’m so content With the gladness I fake Nothing inside that I can see Nothing outside that you can perceive Just a fake, a sham, With a painted smile Just a doll to adorn With a heart as bile A wax mask covering my hideous face; A farce of lies veiling my life False tears glossing over my eyes how will you ever try to see inside? And so I’m at ease I have to be For I’m a fake That none can see I can’t change it So here I’m feeling Just living with it But no wounds are healing