When I'm the most quietest,
Somethings wrong,
I'm normally the most talkative one,
Ask me if I'm okay,
I'll fake a smile,
I'll say yeah I'm fine,
But inside I'm dying.
Tickle me ill laugh but again,
I'll say I'm fine.
I act all big & bad,
Fearless as if I can take on the world,
But deep down inside,
I'm falling apart,
So I hide & keep to myself.
Showing emotion isn't my thing.
So I'll remain silent for now.
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A refined poetic imagination, Veronica. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.