*I wrote this several years ago, and I suck at poetry under normal circumstances, so please excuse the relatively insane ramblings of sophomore in high school...*

Life of Lies

What should I write about

Inside of these lines?

What should I write about,

Inside of these lies?

A plastic smile glued to my face.

It gets so tiring I hate myself.

I feel like a book, all crumpled and torn,

But untouched on a lonely shelf.

Why can't you see my real feelings?

I try to make them reach you.

But they are hidden behind this mask,

And this layer of glue.

What should I write about,

Inside of these lines?

What should I write about,

Inside of these lies?

Why can't you hear me?

I'm screaming loud and clear!

All I've ever wanted

Is for you to hear!

These tears are streaming

From my blank eyes.

Why do I cry

When my life is nothing but lies?

What should I write about,

Inside of these lines?

Why can't you hear me scream

In my life of lies?

*I wrote this several years ago. A couple people said it wasn't that good, and I agree with it now, but the emotions I was trying to portray were true. And still are a bit. But I just thought I'd share it with you guys. I really suck at poetry...*