I sit here thinking, <br />What a mess I’ve become, <br />Haunting memories, <br />Of the bad things I’ve done, <br />Punishing myself, <br />When things go wrong, <br />I’m fed up of feeling; <br />That I don’t belong. <br /> <br />Whatever I do, <br />It never seems to go right, <br />So I stay up worrying, <br />Late every night, <br />I bottle up my problems, <br />Hope they might go away, <br />But sadly they return, <br />Every single day. <br /> <br />But I put on a fake smile, <br />Pretend everything’s fine, <br />I’m not going to get anywhere, <br />If I whinge and whine, <br />So when people ask, <br />‘Are you sure you’re ok? ’ <br />I take a deep breath, <br />‘I’m happy’, I say.<br /><br />Gemma Nolan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hiding-the-truth/
