31/12/02
Something I made up while I was at my relatives place. This is definitely a true poem.

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I laugh with those around me
I smile when they look at me
I blush when I get looked over
I dream of happy times.
It's all fake.
None of it is real.

I frown when those around me misunderstand me
I raise an eyebrow at their antics
I wonder what they see when they look at me
My dreams are filled with darkness
It's all true.
Every bit of it is real.

Nothing keeps me going anymore
No one wants me to stay anymore
Nothing is stopping me,
stopping me from release.

I'm already a disappointment to my parents
I'm already considered a freak by my own friends
I'm not even good enough for those who don't know me
I am nothing important.
I am just a passing shadow in the darkness.