My Own Truth
You think that I'm a "boy" or "young man",
but your wrong.
I am nothing
people have feelings,
I don't.
They are always in the presents of friends,
but I am alone.
I'm in a cloud of people
yet, I'm all alone.
Some people talk,
I don't because I'm nothing
Some people have friends that they can talk to,
I don't because of my past.
This past has scarred me.
For that, I do not talk like how I should,
my friends all think I'm "ok" or "a little weird",
but it's a cover.
I wear a mask to hide my true emotions,
and for that, I feel sorry.
When, I'm with them, I want to be alone.
But when I'm not, I want to be with them.
This is all because I am nothing.
Everyone asks, "How are you?" or "How do you feel?"
I always answer "ok",
but I always say the exact opposite of how I really feel.
Some people make decisions for me,
like my friends, and that makes me feel unappreciated.
That's my own truth of how I feel.
What's yours?
Now some people who read this might think that this and other poems in my journal are true. But they ARE NOT! None of the stuff I "write" is true, it just comes from my head.
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