A Drab that I mangled together when i was feeling sorry for myself one day. Very miserable teenager. Genre? Very-Miserable-Teenager.

The False Ones

The world puts on a brave face,

Because we all know if you cry,

That you must admit defeat,

So instead you say your fine

And many can tell the false expressions

Because they too understand

But they’re too nice to mention,

So instead will hold your hand

While to the world you keep on smiling

Trying to keep the light bright in your eyes

Or else they look like their dying,

So you keep up your disguise

Because the pain is just to vast

You can’t find a new way through

It hurts to look at the past

But you've got nothing else to look to.

When the only feel of love,

Comes from shouting and from hurt

You learn how to be tough

But don’t learn how to forget.

Yehhhh this needs fixing.......