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Munchhausen victim

Trying to be bright and happy is a hard thing to do

When you are ill and ailing and feeling very blue

I put a smile on my face for all the world to see

How my smiles lie to you, you have no idea you see

I learned to lie awhile ago about how I truly feel

Because if I didn’t do it, I would be stricken ill

You don’t understand the metaphors or words I am using here

And I don’t expect you all to; you’re all such lovely dears

So I leave it all to the imagination and a clue is in the title

It is a representation of my past, something you should know it’s vital

So now I will end my poem, opening up your minds

I hope you get the message; getting someone’s understanding is hard to find

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Filed under Poems M - O

Apologies there will be some changes here

Once a week I will post up my practise pictures for the week, committing to something daily for just the blog is becoming a bit of a struggle, sorry about this.  I am also going to be reducing my daily prompts to becoming weekly prompts instead; this will help you to be able to produce something to share as you’ll have more time to think about it.  I would really like to see how people are using the prompts I give.

Also I want to try and concentrate on posting more, especially poetry as I have had quite a few private messages telling me how some of my poetry is helping people with depression, broadening their minds and motivating them; so I feel I owe my readers some more poetry than I have been producing of late.

I would also like to start posting a short story at least once a week myself, but I can’t fully commit to the fact that I will actually post a short story a week, just yet.

I am really trying to concentrate hard on producing full length novels and practising art.

I apologise for any disappointments this may have caused.

Thank you for reading and hopefully understanding ❤

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I need out of this painful shell

Morbid as it may seem, death to me is a dream

A way out of this painful shell, away from this constant Hell

I cannot make you understand

I cannot see that life is grand

When it’s accompanied by agony, hatefulness and tyranny

You see the end is best for me

As there’s more to pain than you can see

I need to go where I am free

From all this pain and verily, I am ready to go to sleep.

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Filed under Poems G - I