Love
I look around and what do I see? People, friends, and family. I am in the middle, but I am alone. Lost in my thoughts about Love and not haveing it. Or as others would say loving and not being loved. What is the line of love and like? Ether way it hurts to know I can never be with the one I love. I see them everyday and smile and laugh to there face when all I want to do is cry. I hate putting on a face, but I find myself doing so more and more. I want to show my trueself, I long to show my trueself, but can not. I must keep it locked away with my true feelings. I well not fall I well be strong. You well see one day I well be the one being loved.