The Life I Live

The Life I Live

I wake up every day to start my day as a slave, everything stripped away except my day in the grave.
I put on my mask and I wear my smile, to everyone watching I have great taste and style.
They never see the pain or the tears that I cry, I have so many problems that I keep locked inside.
No friends to turn to and no family that cares, never express my feelings they are my burdens to bare.
I look for love and I chase a dream, people pretend to care and so it may seem.
I crave love and want to give it, everyone around me could care the least little bit.
I am tired of living this lie, I want love and I want to be free.
Is there any hope for me to be set free, or do I live the rest of my life suffering in misery.
I want to be loved the way that I love, one hundred percent. If that is not possible then I am affraid into madness will be my final descent.

by Terry Prestage

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