Sorrow

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Sorrow

Walking day by day feeling i have no purpose.
People don't know you they only see the surface.
Feeling like am just another face in the crowd.
Constantly holding my head down because I don't feel proud.
Burning inside I secretly hold what I'm feeling.
Releasing it in a way that has painful healing.
Not beening heard and hiding lies.
As i look into the darkness covering my silent cries.
Smiles hiding the everyday pain.
Gets harder trying to stay sane.
Written words have hidden meanings.
Just only half of what I'm really feeling.
Sorrow....

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

fierydreamer’s Poems (8)

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You'll Never Know 0
Always On My Mind 0
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World's Apart 1
Sorrow 0
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Back Into My Life 2