I try so hard but people just don’t understand
That what’s inside of me,
is absolute chaos.
I am underwater
Gasping for air
For after the calm,
Comes the raging waves.
I am the ghost,
Screaming for help in the shadows of darkness,
Screaming till my throat is raw,
But no one hears me,
For I am the face behind the mask.
I have found that online
It is easy to be cheerful,
It’s easy to pretend you are happy,
when all you are,
are just words on a screen.
Staring back at you.
But I am a monster,
A raging monster
Because no matter how hard I try,
No one understands,
That what’s inside of me
Is absolute chaos.
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