To, the World..From, Me.

With every breath,

That comes and goes,

Theres this feeling of distraught.

Senses fail,

Like I did too,

In whatever I had sought.

Through all the misery,

And all the pain,

A smile still rests upon my face.

Scarred hearts & such,

And lingering sadness,

Are probably of distaste.

And like all

Other Times,

Forced to simply please.

My Everything,

Emotions too,

Left for Appease.

Though, I will Never

Let You know,

Of what I'm going through.

You'll laugh at me,

You'll laugh with me,

But you shall never know.

You shall never know,

In a billion years,

that theres so much more to me.

And The Who I Am,

Is not the same,

As the Me you want to see.