Am I real or a figure of an imagination,
Was I born for a reason or am I a recreation,
I feel empty Inside like an egg that is hollow,
Hearing compliments from people are very hard to swallow,
So much hate brewing through my veins,
Flashbacks in my head driving me insane,
Why do I deserve a life full of disaster,
I hide it all well like a natural actor,
You may not see but I'm dying inside,
The exterior is a shield and behind I hide,
A tough life being used and abused,
My heart and soul are permanently shattered and bruised,
A smile on my face makes people think I'm fine,
When honestly I'm suffocating in my crazy mind,
I pretend to be happy but my eyes give away,
The story of me which is on replay.
BY A.L.FORDHAM
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