Fat tears will roll down your face <br />And you won't speak <br />But it won't be like in the movies <br />When even if you cry <br />You will be perfect, <br />Beautiful <br />No. <br />It won't be anything like this <br />It won't be beautiful <br />Or liberating <br />All you will feel is disgust, <br />And hate, <br />And it will all be towards your ownself. <br />And you will inwardly scream <br />Fists pounding, <br />But you won't cry out <br />The best you can do is whisper <br />Because you're not strong enough <br />To show anyone. <br />And even though you'll try <br />You're too cowardly to end it all right there <br />Even though you tell yourself <br />It will be so much better, <br />You can't. <br />But you will sob and scream inwardly, <br />Because you're too weak to do anything but cry <br />After all, <br />You are that person <br />You know the one <br />Who pretends not to care what others think, <br />But on the inside, <br />You're the one who cares the most. <br />And as you're begging, <br />For someone to come and tell you it's alright, <br />But no one will, <br />Because this mask of happiness <br />That you have cultivated <br />Is too strong <br />Too powerful <br />And you don't know how to take it off. <br />Because even though you pray, <br />And you cry, <br />Hoping desperately, <br />For someone to break down the walls <br />You have built around you <br />No one will <br />Because they never knew <br />That they were there <br />In the first place. <br />And as you recite this <br />Like a theme to your life <br />Sitting on the floor <br />And thinking of the look of disgust <br />Painted across their faces <br />You will hope <br />That someday they will read this, <br />And realize the mistakes <br />Perhaps after your death, <br />Once you finally build up the nerve <br />To commence with it.<br /><br />Amber Hardisty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rage-against-the-machine-3/
