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As If All Is Well by ~Scipio-the-elder:iconScipio-the-elder:

Categories Literature > Poetry > Human Nature > Fixed


To smile as if all is well
Whats really there, I'll never tell

A smile is what you all see
But no one can see the real me

Ask me and I'll tell you it's all great
Know me, and you will see why I hate

Appearence is one of all smiles
Look deeper and you will know my trials

The light is what you see in my face
Deep down inside only darkness is in this place

Don't be fooled by what you can see
There is no happiness, joy, or glee

So if you really don't want to know
Then I suggest you ask and quietly go

I won't bother you with all my pain inside
I'll look at you lovingly, and tell a big lie.
©2004-2009 ~Scipio-the-elder
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Author's Comments

Don't you just sometimes hate it when people ask you how you are doing? It puts you on the spot and forces you to confront your feelings. And don't you get tired of saying things like Good, Ok, and Fine. I know I always add the phrase "I guess" to get myself out of having to actually mean what I say. It's easier than saying no I’m not good or fine and I'm a damn far sight from being ok. And we for sure don't want to have to trouble the casual acquaintance with having to pursue the matter any further. By the way, this is a good way to see who your real friends are because your real friends won't let you get away with any of that BS. They will call you out and make you tell them more about what's wrong. Those that don't care will take it for what it is...A way out of having to care

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~Blytz May 20, 2004, 7:35:43 PM
that is completely me... I dont know why it just is... I guess it's because I'm this happy go lucky person that everyone loves and goes to for support... so all of the trials I go through I stuff down inside of me so I dont hurt anyone else. (which is a bad habbit I might add) I'm not sure if that is really trully you but it's me. and thanx for the fav! (btw... would you ind stopping to see my gallery of poems. just a thought!)

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"They tell me not to give in to love; that in the end someone gets hurt. But they forgot that love is e.n.d.l.e.s.s.."

I am the silencer of the grumbling tummies.
Believe it.
It's true.
:)
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~Scipio-the-elder May 21, 2004, 12:23:12 PM
Yeah its how I am too. I've always been like this. I've always been pretty good at smiling on the outside while hurting on the inside. I guess like you said I don't want to burden anyone with my problems. The funny thing is I somehow expect everyone else to open up to me and tell me their pains and heartaches and I don't afford myself the same opportunity. I am very selective who I open up to. Except of course unless im sharing my poems. :)
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~Blytz May 21, 2004, 6:57:38 PM
Weird thats exactly like me... my friends arte frustrated with me and my boyfriend says I need someonre to go to cuz everyone just goes to me... ^^ but the bad thing is I still act happy as if nothing is wrong so I write out poems... thats me opening up.

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"They tell me not to give in to love; that in the end someone gets hurt. But they forgot that love is e.n.d.l.e.s.s.."

I am the silencer of the grumbling tummies.
Believe it.
It's true.
:)
:iconscipio-the-elder:
~Scipio-the-elder May 22, 2004, 7:05:02 AM
It time you will find someone that it just feels natural to open up to and share. For people like you and me it takes time and some people can't understand that but those that care will be patient. You will know when it's time to open up with someone. With me even after I met the love of my life, I still held a little piece of me back. It took time to give her my whole self even though I knew I would the very first time I met her. Even though I lost her, I'm still glad she brought that out of me. And even though I'm still cautious I'm more open then I was earlier in my life..
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~Blytz May 22, 2004, 8:03:13 PM
lol. Yeah... My sister came up to me after a looong trip home and it was like... 1 in the moring (I was just about going to sleep too!) and we had a deep talk. At first about her past and life. And somehow she wriggeled into me and I shared a few things in my past and life. Ever since then, My best friend Casey says that she's surprised of me and that she's not used to me showing emotions in a few things. I never catch myself but apparently I have been since then. :)

--
"They tell me not to give in to love; that in the end someone gets hurt. But they forgot that love is e.n.d.l.e.s.s.."

I am the silencer of the grumbling tummies.
Believe it.
It's true.
:)
:iconscipio-the-elder:
~Scipio-the-elder May 22, 2004, 8:10:41 PM
Thats great. Always keep them guess :D ;)
:iconblytz:
~Blytz Jun 13, 2004, 10:39:46 AM
I can't believe noone has said nything to this master peice... its still my favorite of all of my other ones. I came back to reread it again. My thoughts of this is still the same.


:worship: I shall be forever humbled by this beautiful work of poetry:!::worship:

congrats on making it powerful. :headbang: you rock!

--
"They tell me not to give in to love; that in the end someone gets hurt. But they forgot that love is e.n.d.l.e.s.s.."

I am the silencer of the grumbling tummies.
Believe it.
It's true.
:)
:iconscipio-the-elder:
~Scipio-the-elder Jun 13, 2004, 10:55:04 AM
I'm only happpy that you have found it inspiring. I'm happy that it touched someone :)
:iconblytz:
~Blytz Jun 13, 2004, 2:27:01 PM
that's right! lol.

--
"They tell me not to give in to love; that in the end someone gets hurt. But they forgot that love is e.n.d.l.e.s.s.."

I am the silencer of the grumbling tummies.
Believe it.
It's true.
:)
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