Being me

Every time I think i'm doing fine.

The rug keeps being pulled from under me.

The universe doesn’t want me to be happy in mine.

I just want to feel happy.


Should it feel this difficult to be living life?

I just get filled with negativity and strife.

I explode with emotions screaming and crying.

Nobody sees me this way, they only see me when I am smiling.


I push myself to be the happy girl.

The one every wants to see in the world.

Do Not Disturb turned on.

Seeing who messages me while I am gone.


I know I will look in an hour and nothing will be there.

People pleasing everyone even though nobody cares.

I am hurting so much and no one can even see.

No one understands that I hate being me.

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