What's become of me
What's become of me
Nobody ever sees
What’s become of me.
No one ever bothers to ask
What’s behind my mask.
I stop myself from screaming out.
Because I want to talk aloud,
But I don’t want you to know
That my soul has fallen so low.
Nobody sees more than meets the eye,
And I never stop wondering why.
Are people blind or don’t they want to see
The dirty mess that is inside of me?
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5 jaar geledenEcht een prachtig gedicht. Heel mooi gedaan!
9 jaar geledenPrachtig gedicht thx:-)
9 jaar geledenDit is prachtig geschreven!
9 jaar geledenIk hou van jouw gedichten ^^ Vooral deze vind ik mooi! Ik kan me er wel in vinden.
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