Alien
They think I'm happy and content,
Never noticing my pain.
But underneath my cheerful facade,
I hide so many flaws,
Thousands of blemishes,
And it irks me.
They don't understand,
They don't really know me.
How can they?
I'm an alien even to myself.
An End to the Torment
I'm standing on the edge of a seemingly endless hole,
Such an alluring pathway into oblivion,
A permenent end to my suffering.
The darkness seems to call out,
Begging to let it consume me.
I'm becoming powerless against it's seduction,
I don't want to fight it anymore.
I'm sorry I was never good enough,
I tried so hard,
but you always wanted me to do better.
How could I do better when I've already done my best?
I love you guys,
but I won't put myself through this torture any longer.
With one last step,
I'm falling,
Finally putting an end to the torment.
So originally they were both one poem but I thought the top one lookd like it should be on it's own...unfortunately now they are both really short.
Advice is always welcome and deeply appreciated!
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