The World Won't Know

I'm not trusted, I'm not believed, Because of the mistakes in my past. But i won't cry. At least while the world is watching.

The World Won’t Know

The world won’t know that I cried today.
As I made myself breakfast in the kitchen,
No one saw my tears slip, and drip,
into the bowl on the table.
I went through the motions of projecting happiness,
As I ate it in front of the T.V.,
and No one saw my tears slip and drip,
Into the empty bowl on my lap.

The world won’t know that I cried last night.
As I held him close and watched him breathe.
I begged him to forgive me, and believe me,
As the tears slipped on my pillow.
I turned away to hide the noise of my crying,
And wiped, and sniffed quietly,
I silently begged him to forgive me, and believe me.
As the tears slipped on my pillow.

The world won’t ever see me cry,
For It is my fault everything is s**t.
I’ll hide it and hold it,
until the pain hits home, until I know Its real.
I try to forget my fuckups,
But there’s a new reminder every day.
and I’ll hide it and hold it,
Until the pain hits home, until I know its real.

And even then the world won’t know.

Reviews

[-K]

I actually like this piece and, no offense intended, I think The Bard is wrong. When you said 's**t' and 'fuckups' it really got your point across as to how hurt you are with by guy from the poem and how much more angry you are with yourself for your faults and flaws. True you could have said numerous other things but i feel like what you wrote got your point across pretty strongly.

Overall good write. Keep it up :)

[Greg the Bard]

Your work is very good as far as it goes. This is an observation not a question. I read things many times before I comment so please take my words as critical concern. You used two seperate slang words that I felt took away from what you were saying. The use of s**t and fuckups let me down. Within our language I believe there are other words that can tell this story better than these. I may be wrong but I wish that there were. I believe these two words took away from this very good prose. It is still outstanding but I feel it could be better. The Bard