| This is a poem... for my friend Sango-san. I think she needs it... She's been really sad lately. I suggest you read it the whole way through... before trying to figure out what it means... it finally makes sense in the end...
Fake
How can I be fake,
when I feel so real,
I can feel my indecision,
clouding what I truly feel,
I'm trying to keep on smiling,
but it hurts every time,
I'm trying to keep smiling,
and I try to say that I'm fine.
How am I so fake,
when I seem so real,
not like a mirage,
or a mirror,
but a soul that can still feel,
I can see the morning mist rise up,
I see the Sun fall down,
and yet I feel,
you still can't even see me...
I promise I'm not fake,
this smile is so real,
my tears are all gone now,
I think it's my turn to deal,
no one is hurting me,
It's just your imagination,
I'm fine... so why worry?
Don't fake,
that ever beautiful smile,
just cry and show what you feel,
we're here to help you through the day,
not one of those who laugh and play,
so don't fake,
away the day,
and let us help,
to take away,
all the echoing pain...
because... you're not fake... |
