Empty: Empty would be the word to use to describe me.
I go through life living in a world of my own.
A world that is filled with nothing but darkness.
A world that is full of pain, depression, and sadness.
I always feel like I’m alone.
Like no one wants to be around me.
So I put on an act just so I can feel wanted.
I go around being some one that I’m not.
Just so people will accept me.
But what would be the point of doing so.
If by the time I get home I still feel nothing but emptiness
What would be the point if I can’t be myself?
Am I really that afraid of what people would say about me?
Worried about how they could ever accept me.
Is my life empty because I’m living a lie?
Or is it empty because I want it to be that way.
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