synthetic

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    • Smileey11
    • Back on here! Haven't been on in awhile and can't wait to share new poems! Also, to read the beautiful magic others have created!

    synthetic

    Why do I always have to think, and dream?

    I only get nightmares, and I think about all the bad things

    Sometimes I think happiness is fake

    Just like another drug we take

    Every time I feel like I might be happy

    It feels synthetic, plastic

    Like it's not really me

    I might say I'm happy

    But in my head I never believe it

    But I have to put on a show so people will forget

    That I was sad, that I let people see I was upset

    Do people ever think that maybe someone who is sad just wants to be alone?

    Obviously they're not talking to anyone

    So stop asking me what's wrong!


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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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