S’more…

Here are s’more poems for you people…if you’re interested in reading them…I dont have a name for this one yet…:

I hide my hate behind my smile

My disgust disappears beneath my laugh

The love I show masks the contempt

I swallow my pain

to prevent the war

I swallow my pride

to keep the peace

One more without a name yet…:

Do I hate for a reason,

or do I just feel the need…?

Do I cry real tears,

or are they a forced ordeal…?

Do I feel true pain,

or am I wallowing in self pity…?

Do I need to hate,

or am I just pretending I have a reason,

and does it really hurt that much…?

This last one’s called, Mask of uncertainty:

My anger dissipates

as I start to laugh

My tears disappear

at your smiling face

My need to despise

can not overcome those obstacles

My will to hate

cannot override your regret

or pretend you’re not sorry

therefore, my feelings are hidden

by a mask of uncertainty…