My Heart Is Like My Home
21st Century
Age 13
My heart is like my home, broken yet loved.
I hold back the tears like a secret
they're kept hidden for a while, but soon released.
I stare at the mirror, so confused, since it reflects happiness and tranquility
but my heart reflects pain and death,
if only that stranger was me.
I drown in the silence,and get lost in my thoughts,
thoughts of youthful glee and present sorrow.
I want to die, I need to live.
Every day,i wait for the end and the beginning.
Neither will come, I know this now
yet I still wait, discontent and alone
for my heart is like my home.
DayPoems Poem No. 2331
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2331.html">My Heart Is Like My Home by Rachael Fernley</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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