Trololol

inside the mind of a wannabe rock-star, angsty teenage girl with an over-reactive imagination.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

I'll show you mine, if you show me yours first.

You wear your mask,
and i wear mine.
Let's both pretend
that we're fine.

Fake a smile,
force a laugh,
and for a while,
things seem nice.

There's nothing deep-
Just friends.
Secrets to keep,
truths to avoid.

You can do this.
Maybe I can too.
That smile I miss-
Where did it go?

Stolen by sadness,
torn apart by anxiety.
The monsters orchestrating this madness-
Sinking us all.

In the end,
Will you be my friend?

Hopefully.



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