So Much Pain

So Much Pain

So much pain
Hidden behind this fakeness
Of so-called happiness
To make so many believe
That nothing is wrong
When it's all buried
Deep within my soul,
But does anyone
Really, truly care
Or is this all a facade
That I must put on
Just so everyone
Will except me for me?
Must I be the
So-called rhyming poet?,
Must I have the talents
Of a real, true writer/poet?
I guess I lack
The reality of things
Then what's really meant to be
In this messed up, cruel world
And, once again, I will be
Forgotten, amongst the fallen embers
Of lifes true beauty
For being such a screw up
That no on bothers.



© Abbey Reeder


Written on: November 24, 2003