a new poem
you see her sitting there you think "shes so sad"but its not that shes sad.
shes simply just given up on pretending to be happy..
shes tired of getting up every morning, putting on her fake smile
telling herself "today will be better"
she doesnt want to be an inconvenience or a bother anymore..
she has stopped looking for the light switch in the dark room she calls her life...
just something new i wrote that seems to be right for me..
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Waiting till I've finnished my Chewing Gum..
Tommy Tucker..