Nonsense

Made of steel
And as high as the moon,
It leaves me little room.
What shall I do
When you won’t be nice?
Cry? I think not.
Smile? I think so.
I don’t need your opinions
Or advice, now off you go.

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Sad.

You know nothing
Of my darkness,
The endless years
Of loneliness,
The hatred in the mirror
And demons behind closed doors.
You think I am as I seem:
Whole and serene.
But I’m not, I’m broken
And scarred beyond
Your wildest prejudiced dreams.

You don’t know me,
So here’s my life on a page,
And in this world of misery
And false hope, no one
Can hear you scream.